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Holy shit. Invite her in, Greg.

“Oh, yeah, um.”

“Can I come in?”

Finally.

The door closed and I could hear footsteps. She obviously hadn’t seen Angel and was talking to Greg like nothing was amiss.

“How are your cats?”

“Good, good…so where’s Lenny?”

“He was on his way here, but he said he forgot he had an appointment. Asked me to come see how you were. He worries about you.”

Greg hummed and I saw him round the corner a second before her. All the blood in my veins turned to ice, my heart sped up, and my throat swelled. Maybe it shouldn’t have shocked me to see her standing in Greg’s living room, but it did.

“What’s going on here?” Her eyes widened and she stepped back, but Angel was right there.

“Jenny, this is Nick and Angel.”

“Jenny?” I tilted my head.

She opened her mouth to speak but was obviously terrified. It didn’t fit the makeup of the person tormenting Matt.

“Yeah, Jenny is Lenny’s wife.” Greg chuckled. “Jenny and Lenny.”

I waved off his ridiculousness. “This isn’t Jenny, Greg.”

Her nostrils flared. “Of course I am.”

Angel snorted. “Where’s your husband,Jenny?”

“Busy. I said so.”

I looked at a confused Greg. “Let me clear it up for you, Greg. This here may be Jenny to you but to me and Angel, she’s Nicole Somers. So tell me something, Nicole, where’s James?”

She was shaking, and her eyes filled. “I’m so sorry. He made me come here. Didn’t say why.”

“Where. Is. He?” I stepped forward and raised my gun.

Tears poured from her eyes. “He’s obsessed.”

I faced Angel. “Tell Gabe to stay with Matt. Have Noel track Matt through his necklace.”

Angel nodded and took out his phone. I glanced at Nicole; she was a mess.

“You’re helping him with this obsession.”

She sobbed, and Greg wrapped an arm around her. “I have no choice.”

“Jenny, come sit.” Greg led her to the sofa.

She pushed away from Greg, yanked a gun from inside her hoodie, and pointed it right at me.

“He never stops. I thought I was enough—he promised I was. But to love him means I have to love his things.”

His things. “You wrote the notes.” Four was right.

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