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“I don’t like that guy,” Ben said.
I wasn’t sure what I thought of him. I certainly didn’t trust Blake Tucker, but it felt like he was part of something bigger I couldn’t see yet. Which meant I couldn’t see how he fit, either.
I set the box on my desk before returning to find Ben watching out one of the street-side windows, though Tucker was long gone. “Ben, I appreciate you checking on me, but Addy’s the one we need to be worried about. Where is she?” I asked.
He glanced toward the kitchen door, and his house. “Probably on her way. She told me not to call the cops,” he said, then added, “Not that I would have.”
“Calling the cops would not be my first choice,” I acknowledged, sitting at the kitchen table to sip my lukewarm coffee. “Which isn’t to say there aren’t times when it’s ap
