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“All right. Fine. The team is down to basically nothing. Who have you got responding to calls?”

“I’ve alerted the second string. They know they’re on standby. If we get a call, I’ll go. Magic Man was on today anyway. Cowboy and Greene both said they’re ready to get back to work.”

She frowned. “Not sure Greene has the green light from his doctor yet.” She smirked. “See what I did there?”

“Not funny.”

“It was. Kinda.”

“Not even a little.”

“Hm. Fine. Can you fill me in on what Sherry had to say?”

For the next few minutes, Kenzie listened. With each passing word, her heart sank and a desperate need flared to know why the information was covered up and by who. “How do we find out if Hamilton is still alive?” she finally asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know if we should. He sent the information to right a wrong but didn’t send the name of the person responsible, which means he’s scared of the backlash that could come from it.”

“His family.”

“Yeah.”

“But they’re all under the radar, right? I mean, you looked for him and couldn’t find any of them even with your various resources.”

He nodded. “Any luck with Tabitha?”

“No, actually, I haven’t heard back from her. Let me shoot her a text and see where she is on that.”

“You mean you actually remember how to do that?”

She wrinkled her nose at him but refrained from sticking her tongue out. “Talk about someone who’s not funny.”

“Sure I am.”

“Only in your own mind.”

“Rude.”

She snickered, then sobered, but was glad they were back to being sparring . . . what? Friends? Coworkers? Well, whatever it was, she was glad the awkwardness seemed to be gone. She sent the text to Tabitha. “I’m just going to get ready and then we can tail Butler.”

“I’ll find his location.” He pulled his work phone from his pocket.

“You’re going to track his work phone? That seems . . .” Wrong. A breach of trust. But . . . necessary.

He raised a brow at her. “I don’t like it either, but if he’s the one doing this, I’ll do whatever I have to do to stop him.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And if it’s not him, I’ll apologize.”

“Then give me fifteen minutes and we can go.”

Kenzie was ready in twelve, but she paused to check her wound one more time and was satisfied that it seemed to be healing well. No sign of infection and no busted stitches from her violent encounter. She examined her eyes in the mirror. Any sign of her inward turmoil? Nope.

Good. She was ready to go. Maybe. Deep breath. Let it out slow.

Now she was ready.

Maybe.

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