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Or bury you instead.”

Cade barked a laugh. “They’re really leaning into the psycho bit this year.”

“Or they’re just bored,” I said, a dark chuckle curling under my breath. “Here’s another:

Tell her your secrets, golden boy. Or I’ll carve them out and do it for you.”

I went back to the GPS and returned my phone to the cupholder. “They’re fucking with me,” I said flatly. “Testing my edge.”

Cade shook his head, eyes still on the road. “Yeah, well, they’re gonna need better material if they want to get under our skin.”

“You’d think they’d know that by now.”

“Oh, you think yours are good? Wait till you hear mine.” He reached into his pocket and handed me his phone.

I unlocked it and found the texts he’d been getting. “Can you feel me watching? I see everything, peach. Even when you think you’re alone.” I laughed. “Peach? What the fuck is that?”

“That’s apparently my nickname now. They started with it this morning.”

I kept scrolling, pausing on one from a few days ago.

You think you’re untouchable.

I know where all the bodies are buried.

Even the ones you forgot.

“The one about bodies?”

He smirked. “You know my bodies are never found once they’re buried in the ground.”

Yeah. That was true.

“I can’t believe Sanj thought Ashton could be behind any of this,” Cade speculated. “Deadweight is not that creative.”

I laughed, sharp and cold. “He could’ve surprised us. Chess club and Dennis weren’t exactly top-tier predators either.”

Cade grunted. “Okay, fair point.”

Our conversation died off as we crossed into an area with cracked sidewalks and mailboxes attached to the houses. If Hemlock had a hood, we were in it now.

Cade’s knuckles tapped a rhythm against the wheel as he took a left. “Damn, guess our ride isn’t so special after all.”

I glanced over and spotted the car he was eyeing. Its paint was chipped, its hood was dented, and it had a busted tail light.

“That was an Impala,” I said.

“No need to show-off, bro. We know you’re the smarter twin.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I laughed.

Cade grinned. “I prefer this to that. The cruiser is growing on me a little. Our hunchbacked Trojan horse with no Bluetooth.”

My grin faded as we slowed at the next intersection, the dim glow from the streetlights casting long, fractured shadows across the road.

“We close?” Cade asked.

“Just up ahead.”

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