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“Do you need help?”

Christ.“No.”

“Thank you.”

“Where’s Vivian?”

“Sleeping.”

“Thanks. Now go to sleep and stop trying to solve crimes.”

She laughed and said good night.

After watching the video several times, I sent it to the PI. “Find out who these women are. Thanks.”

I wanted to call her but didn’t want to wake her. Why hadn’t she called me?

Maybe she knew you were working and didn’t want to interrupt you, dumbass.

I reread her text message. She sounded tired.

I wanted her to know she could interrupt me anytime. Knowing she’d been hurt and I hadn’t been aware of it bothered me. She was a strong woman and didn’t need my help. But I wanted to be the first person she thought of when she got hurt.

Who the fuck were these women? What did they want with Vivian? This was no random attack.

CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT

ARROW

As soon asthe flight landed, I checked my phone for information from the PI. He’d sent me an image of the two women who had attacked Vivian standing next to a luxury car I recognized.

Though I was tired from the long flight, I drove to a beauty salon near Ormon’s Restaurant, where Sylvia hung out. This shit had to stop. I entered and spotted her in the lounge with two of her friends.

She saw me, beamed, and rushed over. “Hey, babe. Miss me?”

I inhaled a breath. “We need to talk. Privately.”

“Sure.” She looked over at the receptionist. “Can we use your office, Rachel?”

Rachel nodded, and I stalked inside with Sylvia.

“What is it?” She placed her hand on my arm.

I gripped her wrist, removing her hand from me. “I know what you did.”

“What are you talking about?”

I showed her the image. “This is a crime.”

She twisted her lips. “That’s not me.”

“Your license plate is visible when you zoom in. It won’t take the police long to link you to the two women who attacked Vivian. Stay away from her.” I warned.

Sylvia pouted. “You blocked me!”

“We’re not dating, and you were being inappropriate.”

“But I love you.”