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Nix pulled into the parking area below their building and sighed.
“There’s no need to sound so relieved,” Harry said.
“You’ve touched every bloody button you could find. Radio, windscreen wipers, lights and how the hell did you manage to switch the satnav to France?”
“It went back to the UK though.”
“Again—how?”
“I’m just seeing how much I can do with my fingers. I’m amazing myself. Except I can only touch stuff in the flat and the car. Do you think I’ll be able to touch more than that eventually?”
“I have no idea.” Nix got out of the car and Harry stayed where he was.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was wondering if I could still get out without opening the door.”
“Try.”
“What if I get stuck part way?”
Nix shrugged. “Then we’ll have to drive along with half of you inside the car and the other half out. Put your head out first, just in case. Then we won’t have to listen to you.”
Harry glared, then emerged without opening the door.
“Disappointing,” Phoenix said.
Harryhmphed. “You should have let me go into the guy’s house.”
They headed up the stairs.
“And tipped him off that we know where he lives?”
“I’d have been careful.”
“It wasn’t worth the risk. We need to go in when he’s not there and check things out.”
“Wemeaning…?”
“Me and Emmett.” Nix wondered if Emmett really was okay. He hadn’t been entirely convinced by the guy’sFinewhen he’d phoned him. If the idiot had let himself get killed again…
He opened the door to the flat and waited for Harry to slip in before he closed it.
“Youdolike me.” Harry beamed.
“No, I don’t.”
Nix slammed to a halt when he walked into the living room. “Who the hell are you?”
“This is Rashid,” Emmett said.
Rashid’s hair was wet. So was Emmett’s. Rashid was wearing Emmett’s clothes. Emmett wasn’t in the same clothes he’d been in that morning and the washing machine was on. Concern and jealousy flared so fiercely that the breath caught in Nix’s throat.
“Take that look off your face,” Emmett said and closed the laptop.
What were you looking at online?Nix’s glare intensified. “What the fuck happened?”
