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“I’ll be in Bindi’s apartment,” I said. “We’re moving her out immediately.”

“You’ll have to pay to break her lease,” the woman drawled.

I glanced at her and said, “There’s no lease for the blind living here.”

“Well.” She shrugged. “That’s new to me.”

“Who hired her?” Ruben grumbled under his breath.

I left without saying a word, said goodbye to Roger, and headed upstairs.

I looked at the door for a long second and stared.

“What do you want to bet he’s been here?” I asked.

“I’m not taking a bet I know I’ll lose,” he answered.

Using the code to get in, we walked inside, and though nothing appeared out of place, something still felt wrong.

“I feel like this is wrong,” Ruben said as he took a look around. “Something feels off.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed my mom’s number.

“Hey,” I said the moment she answered. “We’re at Bindi’s place and I feel like something’s wrong. Do you think you can bring that new gadget over that finds the hidden cameras?”

After Athena, Gable’s wife, had experienced some issues with hidden cameras, my mom had procured a new little gizmo that detected radio waves being transmitted. We’d found that it eventually led you to the cameras.

My other sister-in-law, Maven, had a family that was in a questionable line of work—though none of us tried to acknowledge it too much since we were fairly sure it was illegal as fuck. Maven’s eldest brother, Shasha, had given us this camera detector, and Mom freakin’ loved it. She liked to take it with her to all the VRBOs she stayed in when she and Dad went on quick little getaways on the weekends.

“What?” she asked. “Yes, I’ll be there in ten. I’m due for a lunch break anyway.”

My mom got there in eight.

She walked inside, wielding her handheld hidden camera finder, and started it up after introducing herself to Bindi’s father.

I went about packing up all of Bindi’s clothes.

She wouldn’t be coming back here with that asshole on the loose.

If I had my way, she’d never come back even when he wasn’t on the loose.

“Found one!” my mom called out. “In her kitchen next to her mixer.”

“Are you doing this as an officer of the law?” Ruben asked carefully.

“Yes,” she said.

“Then you’ll want to go back through the video feed that I know is on this floor,” he said. “We checked when we moved in to make sure that it was completely safe for Bindi.”

“I have my son on it right now,” she said. “Atlas was just twiddling his thumbs at work.”

“Good,” he said.

“I’m going to pack up her bathroom. She’s not staying in this place while that asshole is on the loose.”

His almost exact words matching mine had me grinning despite the situation.

An hour later, armed with enough food to cook for an army, and almost all of Bindi’s clothes and bathroom items, we got back inside to find mom and daughter at my stove cooking away.

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