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The cold air outside woke me up enough that I wouldn’t fall asleep on the drive home. The strings of holiday lights decorating homes and businesses didn’t help my mood. I couldn’t shake this chilling sense of foreboding. Maybe it was just lingering trauma from the shooting. Or unresolved anxiety from my bitter history with Barclay Dietz.
I walked in my living room and nearly jumped out of my skin when I flicked on the lights and found Reggie lying on my couch. I’d completely forgotten about my houseguest.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, Miss Jinx,” he said as I sat and let my heart rate return to normal.
“It’s okay. I’m actually glad to have a little company.” Especially since Conor was incommunicado.
Reggie and I talked for a while. I should have been uncomfortable having a complete st
