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That has to mean something.

By the time the whistle blows, I’ve barely broken a sweat.

In the locker room, Caleb waits until the others are in the showers before walking over. He leans against the bench like he’s been waiting to say something.

“I didn’t do it,” he says quietly.

I don’t answer.

He exhales hard. “Whatever you’re thinking, about those old videos or anything else—I wiped all of it. I don’t keep shit like that anymore. Especially not now. I swear.”

I nod once, still watching him.

“You really think I’d stoop that low?” he mutters.

“I don’t know,” I say. “But someone’s watching her. Digging through her stuff. We have no idea how far this goes.”

He runs a hand over his face. “This is bad.”

“Worse than bad,” I say. “We need a P.I.”

He looks at me, shaking his head and says, “Do you know what I am?”

I smirk. “A fucking Reaper.”

We find Thatcher just before he heads out. He’s cleaning his skates. He looks up when he sees us and raises an eyebrow.

“You two look like you’re about to ask me to hide a body.”

Caleb smirks. “Something like that. We need a favor.”

Thatcher drops his rag to the bench, stretches his arms out like this is a warm-up. “What kind of favor?”

“Trace an online hacker?” Caleb says. “Someone’s fucking blackmailing my girl.”

Thatcher’s expression shifts from sarcastic to sharp in seconds. “How long’s it been going on?”

“Started yesterday,” I say.

“Do you have the devices?”

Caleb glances at me. I nod. “I’ll get the laptop and phone.”

Thatcher asks, “Am I gonna have to kill someone?”

Caleb chuckles. “I’ll talk to Noah for that one.”

Thatcher says, “Get them to me now. I’ll have a name by the end of the day.”

By late afternoon, we’re all in my apartment. Caleb’s pacing. I’m trying not to.

Thatcher brings Logan. He types like a machine, fingers moving too fast for my eyes to follow. His monitors light up with lines of code, traces, flagged entries, backdoor logs. His face stays neutral, but every few seconds, he leans closer, eyes narrowing.

Finally, he leans back in his chair.

“I found him.”

Caleb stops mid-step. “Who?”