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“Anything missing?” Hall asked steadily.

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted, still clutching the folder. “But it looks like someone was searching for something.”

Davis stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

Reluctantly, I handed him the folder. He flipped through the pages, his expression remaining impassive, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, a hint of recognition that made my stomach clench. Hall looked at it over his partner’s shoulder.

“What exactly is this?” I pressed.

Davis handed the folder back, his eyes meeting mine. “Where did you find it?”

“On the floor, under the mess,” I replied, trying to sound calm.

The two officers exchanged a glance, a silent conversation that left me on edge.

“We'll need to take this down to the station for a closer look,” Hall finally said. “If you come across anything else out of the ordinary, let us know immediately.”

A cold unease seeped into my bones. “Do you think this was personal?”

Davis’s gaze was unreadable, his tone flat. “Everything in this town is personal.”

His words echoed in the quiet store, sending a shiver down my spine.

What the hell had my uncle been involved in? And why did it feel like I was about to find out the hard way?

CHAPTER SIX

Owen

The familiar scentof shoe disinfectant and stale popcorn wafted out from the Medford Bowl as I stepped inside.

Friday night bowling league was in full swing, laughter, the crash of pins, and the low hum of conversation bouncing off the polished lanes.

It was a welcome distraction from work and the mishaps that kept piling up. Nothing serious since the F-150 incident, but the thought of sabotage—like Mason suggested—still bothered me.

Ethan and Mason were setting up their names on the scoreboard, beers in hand. The cops were already talking trash, and the firefighters weren’t far behind.

Ryan, Jaxon, and Colt—cocky as ever—had Lila perched between them. She laughed at something one of them whispered.

They were impossible to rattle. A solid unit, though they’d caused a bit of a stir when they first got together. A lot of people had opinions about their unusual relationship, but who could be mad when they were so clearly happy and in love?

Adam, Kai, and Samuel sat at the next table, half watching the game, half talking business.

“We locked in the property,” Adam said, grinning.

Kai nodded. “Big place. Perfect for what we want.”

“A restaurant?” I asked.

Samuel stretched, looking satisfied. “More than that. A landmark. Medford needs something fresh.”

Mason grunted. “That why you're sitting out tonight?”

“We’re celebrating.” Adam shrugged. “Not stressing over a league game.”

Ethan let his ball fly.

Strike.

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