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What is he doing? Who is that girl?

Instead of doing the long texting thing, I picked up the phone and called him, heading toward the more secluded part of the dog area so no one would overhear what I had to say.

“Quaid,” Quaid answered shortly.

“It’s Garrett,” I said. “You know, the person on your caller ID.”

“I know who you are,” Quaid grumbled. “I just had eight people call in today. I’m not in a good mood.”

I’d thought about sending the text to Quinn, who was now over the gang division instead of my brother, Quaid, but ultimately decided to go with Quaid since he was the one running the gang division when all the shit had gone down with me getting stabbed.

“Do you need me to cover anything?” I asked.

“It’d be really fuckin’ nice, but I know that you have to go sniff out the high school, so I won’t ask that of you.” He sighed.

“I’ll probably be done around eleven. I can cover whatever you need after that. Just tell me where,” I offered.

“Who’s the girl?” he asked instead of answering me.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “She’s the girl that Gable and I saved when we were hiking in Colorado. The girl that was hit in the head with that boulder and left.”

“I thought she lived in New Mexico?” he wondered.

“She did,” I confirmed. “But she moved here to get away from her ex, who might I add is also still an issue and followed her down here. As for the video I sent, last night Bindi told me that she was in the dog area at our building. Some guy approached her. I sent you the video last night. He followed her out onto the street, then down the road. When she realized she wasn’t shaking him, she came back, and came to my apartment instead of her own.”

“Smart girl,” he said. “Did she move there because of you?”

“No,” I admitted, slightly wishing I’d been the reason. “We were both more than surprised when we met up.”

“You have to stay away from her,” he pointed out “I think it might be time for you to get the fuck out of that building. If you care about her, that is.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Of course I care about her.”

“Then leave,” he emphasized. “You can’t put her in danger. Being blind, she likely already has all the danger she can handle.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, keeping my eyes squeezed shut.

A laugh had my eyes snapping open and my hand dropping to the chain-link fence in front of me.

My head turned, and I watched her walk up with Rooster at her side, happily prancing along.

Every time he pranced, his head would butt her hand.

“She’s there, isn’t she?”

“I’m at the dog park with Boss,” I admitted. “Way across the yard. She can’t see me.”

“She can’t see, period, dummy,” he pointed out.

I winced.

“Your house is practically ready. You just need to order furniture, and that takes like two seconds,” he pointed out. “Get it done, bro.”

I sighed. “I will.”

“I’ll send Ellodie with you,” he said helpfully. “She likes doing that shit.”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

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