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It was eight thirty by the time we reached my house. To my surprise, the damaged window had been replaced. When we walked in the door, Shea’s phone rang. She rushed off to the guest room for some privacy.
“You want to stay here, or you headed home?” I asked Byrd.
“After what we just went through, I’d just as soon stay at my own place to Netflix and chill. I need some serious decompression.”
“You want Shea or me to escort you home?”
“I’ll be okay.”
“All right, but keep your head on a swivel.”
“Will do.”
“See you tomorrow?”
“Sunday? I got church and…to be honest, I think I’m done playing private detective. Between the Russians and the Latino gangsters, this is a little more than I bargained for.”
“Well, take care.”
“Thanks.” He gave me a hug. “Watch your back, Jinx.”
I closed
