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Jenner tried to calm himself down. Even if he didn’t agree with this guy’s actions, at least he’d stopped Lauren and helped Immy.

“He said that he put, um, trackers on all of our vehicles, because he needed to know I wasn’t a plant or something. I don’t get what he meant. But we should maybe remove . . . the trackers. I think Dev could be a bit . . . unhinged.”

Jenner glanced over at Sampson. He couldn’t see much of his face, but he could tell that his brother had grown tense.

“We’ll do that,” Tobias said. “Although I have no fucking idea how he managed that. Or who he thought you were spying on him for. Gonna need to look into this guy.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “But just remember even though he’s . . . odd, Dev is my friend. He even took the cream I gave him for his hands. He called it balance or payment or something. I don’t really understand. Something about how the Devil never does . . . anything for free. I don’t . . . get it.”

Shit. She was starting to sound more breathless. And sore.

He hated this. Hated that she was in pain and he wanted to do something to help her.

Jenner tightened his hands around the steering wheel.

How the hell could this Dev guy be tracking them? Who was he? And why had he helped Immy?

“How did Lauren die, though?” Sampson asked.

“Um, well, Dev said you weren’t far away so he left in his, maybe stolen, truck.”

He’d just left her? Jenner was not liking this Dev guy.

“I was trying to figure out who to call when out of the trees stepped this guy . . . woman . . . I don’t really know if I’m honest. They were dressed all in black and they didn’t really look at me. They walked over to Lauren and . . . and shot her.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The truck fell silent as they all tried to process that.

“He just shot her?” Jenner whispered, swallowing heavily.

“Lauren said some strange things. She said that she was taking me to someone. She was angry at me . . . because she blamed me for you firing her, Jenner. Said she’d have to reinvent herself again or something.”

Fuck.

Fuck!

This was all his fault!

Sampson shot him a look. “This isn’t your fault. She was obviously nuts.”

“Yeah, really nuts. I think she’d been trying to get rid of me for a while. Months ago . . . when we were in Atlanta, do you remember you said you wanted to go to dinner with me?”

Jenner frowned, wondering why she was bringing this up. “Yeah, I do. You were busy.”

“No, I wasn’t,” she said quietly.

“What do you mean, you weren’t busy?”

“You sent me a message telling me that something had come up and you couldn’t make it.”

“I . . . I don’t remember doing that.”

“Because I don’t think you did. Lauren said she did it. And that we were both so stupid . . . we didn’t even check in with each other.”

What. The. Fuck?

“Jesus, that fucking bitch,” Sampson said.