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“Aydin, I was—”

“Lets go.” I didn’t give her any time to think.

I waved her off.

“I have work,” she fussed and stood her ground.

“Pack your things.”

She didn’t move and I closed the distance between us.

“You’re not going to work.”

We stood in a stare off, and she finally gave in and headed to pack her things. I planned on keeping her with me until this case was solved.

“Aydin, a little more sensitivity goes a long way,” Dani commented, and I paused in thought.

“I’ll have my team put someone in front of your house and her parents’.”

Amelia came back with her bags, and I grabbed them both and dialed Wesley’s number. As I escorted Amelia to the car, she avoided making eye contact and talked to only Nicco.

“You’re back in town.” A crackling noise came through the phone.

“Wesley, I need you to meet me at my house.”

“Everything okay?”

“No.” I watched Nicco place her bags in the car, and she climbed in next to Nasir.

“Get me everything you know on the shooting at a gas station, plus some information on Addison.”

“Send me the details.”

“Coming in soon as I hang up.”

“Anything else?”

“Have Mom meet me at my house.”

“What did you do?”

I pulled my seatbelt over my lap after climbing in the front seat and looked in the rearview mirror at the backseat. Amelia turned her head to avoid me.

“I might need some assistance.”

“She’s pissed, huh?”

“Who?”

“Your girlfriend.”

“Bye, Wesley.”

The driver waited for Nicco to pull in front, and we headed in the direction of my house, I sat back in my thoughts on how to approach the conversation. The second car we had with us would stay in front of Dani’s house until Nicco returned.

AYDIN

Three days later.

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