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they might be together now if Wesley
    hadn’t stowed away on their trip to Florida a few weeks
    ago and sabotaged their romantic weekend. But prior to
    that, Peter had gotten Wesley out of a serious jam and
    he’d promised the man he’d do what he could to keep
    Coop and Jack away from Carlotta.
    “Wes?”
    He exhaled. “Carlotta is at Peter’s.”
    Coop’s eyes widened. “She moved in with him?”
    “More like staying with him, she said. You remember how
    big the dude’s place is.”
    “Not big enough,” Coop muttered as they pul ed up to the
    midtown police precinct.
    “I’m staying with my buddy Chance, so call my cel when
    you need me,” Wes said, opening the van door to swing
    down. “Thanks for the ride.”
    Coop gave him a little salute, but Wes could tel he was
    preoccupied, thinking about Carlotta staying at Peter’s
    house. No doubt about it, Coop had it bad for her.
    Wes watched the van pul away, unable to shake the
    feeling that something was wrong with Coop. Carlotta was
    afraid that he was drinking again, and maybe she was
    right. Or maybe it was the pressure of being back inside
    the morgue that he had once run. Regardless, Coop
    seemed a little off his game, and it worried Wes to see him
    that way.
    As Wes turned, he spotted something out of the corner of
    his eye—the black SUV with tinted windows that had been
    haunting the curb of the town house on and off for weeks.
    The occupants had never made themselves known, but
    with the spectrum of trouble he and Carlotta had been in
    over the past few months, it could be anyone from a testy
    loan shark to a vengeful murder suspect to a pissed-off
    mall customer. The SUV pul ed away and although Wes
    craned to see the plate, the vehicle was too far away and
    moving too fast to make it out.
    But since no one was shooting at him, really, how bad
    could it be?
    He strol ed into the police station, flirted with Carlotta’s
    friend Brooklyn who thought he was cute, then got her to
    call Jack. She buzzed him through a secure door, and when
    he walked inside, he spotted Jack getting a Coke out of a
    vending machine.
    Jack waved. “Want one?”
    “Nah, thanks. You look like hel , dude.”
    “Don’t call me dude.” Jack fed in coins, then retrieved his
    can and cracked it open. “What’s up?”
    Wes held up the red phone that Mouse had given him.
    “You told me you could have a GPS chip installed in case I
    got in a jam.” Mouse’s “chore” for him this morning made
    him nervous about what might be on the horizon. He
    wanted the security of a panic button.
    “Let me get somebody on it,” Jack said, taking the phone.
    “It’l take about thirty minutes. Wait here, I need to talk to
    you.”
    Jack disappeared, then returned a couple of minutes later.
    “Have you talked to Carlotta?”
    “Yeah, I know about Michael Lane. That’s some jacked-up
    shit.”
    “Yeah.” Jack’s expression revealed how angry he was that
    Carlotta had been in danger. Wes couldn’t tel if Jack really
    liked his sister, or just liked his role of self-appointed
    protector. “Can you add anything to the story? Do you
    remember anything strange?”
    “Just that little things were getting done around the
    house. I thought Carlotta was nesting or something.”
    Jack frowned. “She said you had some cash in the house
    that was stolen.”
    “Yeah, about ten grand. If you catch the dude, I want it
    back.”
    “Don’t hold your breath. And do I need to remind you that
    you’re on probation? Gambling is not on the menu.”
    “It was just a friendly card game,” Wes said.
    “Uh-huh. Listen, about this work you’re doing for The
    Carver…”
    Wesley swallowed past a dry throat, suddenly regretting
    not taking that Coke. “Yeah?”
    “Wel , this Charmed Kil er case is taking al my time right
    now, so don’t rush anything. Just network and keep your
    eyes and ears open, especial y when it comes to Hol is
    Carver’s son, Dil on.”
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