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I turned to Mensa. “You can go. Probably—”

“Not a chance, Blume.”

“It’s going to be a while.”

“No shit,” he muttered.

Chapter 12

Fight to Win

Mensa

Crime techs were allover the place from the glimpses Mensa got every so often when the door to Whitney’s apartment would open.

He texted Monica to let her know what was happening. Overkill, according to Whitney, but ifhewas with the Corrupt Chrome MC, he’d have done more than just fuck up her shit if he’d broken into her place. This was a prime opportunity to leave something there.

Possibly something to help frame her…and maybe him, too.

Last night, he thought she’d been pulled into this as a coincidence – wrong place, wrong time. Now, he had a feeling she’d have been targeted regardless.

He shared that with her.

She crinkled her nose. “That seems far-fetched.”

“Do you have any ideas?” he asked.

“I figure there isn’t a reason. They did it because theycould,not to frame me.”

Mensa’s lips twisted as he considered it. “You still have an FBI badge or gun in there? Any sort of credentials?”

Her patient smile made his breath catch for a moment. “The Bureau has my badge and my weapon. I have a personal gun, but it’s in a safe.”

“Key cards?” he asked.

“Access is revoked electronically, but those were returned also.”

“Okay.”

She kept quiet much longer than he expected, given the firm press of her lips. “Mensa, it’s not as far-reaching as you think it is.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t think they took the risk of ransacking your apartment for the hell of it, either. They want you to know they can get to you.”

With a throaty hum, she nodded. “That’s fair.”

He dipped his chin at her. “You’re staying at the clubhouse.”

She shook her head. “I’ll go to Aunt Nadia’s.”

He bit back a sigh. “We’ve done this song and dance, Whitney. I’m sticking by your side.”

“Fine.”

His phone chimed with a text. It was from Har.

Church. Noon. Tomorrow.

That worked.

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