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She hoped he didn’t get himself killed. She should have tried harder to stop him. But it was too late for that now.

She had no idea what they’d find inside.

Olive ran into the house and paused, taking in the scene.

She sucked in a breath.

The man Adriana had been meeting lay on the floor, five bullet holes in his chest.

The gunmen were nowhere to be seen.

“They went out the back door,” Jason muttered as if reading her mind.

Their driver must have pulled up on the street behind them for a quick getaway.

She rushed toward Trey on the floor and put her finger to his neck.

But it was as she suspected. He was dead.

Then her gaze flew to Adriana.

She also lay on the floor near the hallway leading toward the bedrooms. Blood drizzled from her forehead—but not from a bullet. She must have fallen and hit her head.

Was she dead?

Jason squatted beside her. “She still has a pulse.”

“Tevin called the police. They should be here soon.” Olive’s jaw tightened with so much intensity that it ached. “This was a professional hit.”

“But it was still sloppy . . . why didn’t they shot Adriana?”

Great question. “Okay, so it was professional, but the best of the best weren’t hired. Maybe they heard us coming and ran.”

“Can Tevin see if he can catch up with these gunmen?”

Olive shook her head. “Absolutely not. He’s not trained for that. In fact, we should get out of here. If the police know we were here, it will only slow our investigation down.”

Jason started to argue.

Olive squeezed his arm, trying to bring him back to reality. “You know I’m right. We shouldn’t be here when the police arrive.”

His jaw tightened before he finally tore his gaze from Adriana and nodded. “We should go.”

As sirens sounded in the distance, they ran from the house and climbed back into the van.

But Olive had no idea exactly what had just happened.

CHAPTER 39

Tevin pulled up to Olive’s apartment building and put the van in Park. They’d already talked everything through, reviewing what had happened. They’d reached no conclusions, however.

“I’ll walk her up,” Jason said before Tevin could volunteer.

“You don’t have to do that.” Part of Olive wanted space from him. The other part wanted to talk more. Conflicting emotions weren’t her thing. She liked certainty.

“I don’t mind.” His voice still sounded hard, and his eyes appeared tortured from everything that had happened.

She knew Jason wanted more answers. She couldn’t blame him.

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