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Once Dahlia was satisfied with our silence, she started walking farther inside.
“Luckily, that serial killer is out there. Killing all of the johns and tricks and clients alike. This,” she nodded at Aldrich, “isn’t the killer’s normal victim. Too rich. But the Cultivation Service can make it look like another target.”
Wewereboth lucky for that, especially Mel. Mel stared at Dahlia, her eyes empty.
“And not a fucking word about this from either of you ever again,” Dahlia pointed at both of us. “I don’t want to know why you were both here. I don’t care why, honestly.”
She put a rare arm around each of us, but when she got Aldrich’s blood on her finger, she removed her arm from my shoulder. “Don’t cause me any more trouble, Ramsey. I want you out of my business.”
My heart clenched in my throat. Was she kicking me out?
“You mean it?” I asked.
“Do you think I’m toying with you?” She huffed, then pointed at the front door. “Go find that man who kept calling you earlier. Conway. Be in his business. Not mine.”
