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Simone’s eyes flash. “What doyouknow about it?”

“We’ve all seen how you treat her on set.”

“What has that got to do with anything?”

“It doesn’t. But you’re a jerk. No one likes you.”

If circumstances were different, I might throw out a “You go, girl” to Harper, proud that she’s sticking up for someone, even if it’s not her. But now is really not the time for a Norma Rae moment.89

Besides, Simone doesn’t seem to care that she’s being judged.

But also...

“Harper,” I say, “what do you know about Shawna?”

“What do you mean?”

“Has she said anything to you?”

“Anything to me about what?”

“Me? Or Connor? Or Italy?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This all feelswaytoo familiar. Everyone gathered here, and someone trying to kill Connor, and Cathy being here...you see?”

Her eyes dart back and forth quickly. But she’s always been the smart one. It doesn’t take her long to get there. “You think this has something to do with what happened in Italy?”

“Maybe, yeah. One of the Giuseppes is still on the loose, isn’t she?”

“You think Shawna is Marta?”

“She could be.”

“Come on, El. IknewMarta. I met her many times. So did you.”

“I met her twice. Maybe three times. A year ago and in a completely different circumstance. I doubt I’d recognize her.”

“Well, I would.”

My brain is whirring. “What about the other sister? Rosa. There were three of them. Maybe that’s who Shawna is?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know, but where is she? And what is Cathy doing here? Someone is fucking with us. Withme.”

“Because everything’s always about you?” Simone says. “Even this.”

“Shut up, Simone.”

“You can’t talk to me that way.”

“El,” Oliver warns, and I clamp my jaw shut because he’s right.

This isn’t helpful.

But somehow, deep down, I know I’m right.

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