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“To use them first. That doesn’t even make sense. You want me to go through life using everyone I meet?”
    â€œIf it will keep you safe, yes, I do.”
    Hunter didn’t say anything.
    â€œEven last night,” said his father. “Even knowing she’d stolen from you. You wanted to help her. Didn’t you?”
    â€œWho wouldn’t want to help her? Can’t you imagine what she must have been going through? Do you blame her?”
    â€œShe could have told you, Hunter. If she cared about you, if she trusted you, she would have. Jay was here in uniform last night. She could have told him .”
    Hunter scowled.
    â€œIf nothing else,” said his father, “say you used her for the lesson.”
    â€œWhat about you?” Hunter snapped.
    â€œMe?”
    â€œDo you use Mom?”
    â€œYou keep saying the word use like it’s a bad thing. As if there’s nothing given in return. Your mother wanted security. A family. A husband who would take care of her. She got those things.”
    Hunter snorted. “You make my whole existence sound like a barter transaction.”
    â€œGood. Start thinking of every relationship in your life that way.”
    â€œWhat fun.”
    â€œYou can think about it while we’re gone. I think you’ll figure it out.”
    â€œGone?” Hunter straightened in the chair. “You’re leaving?”
    â€œWe got another message about this family in Annapolis. It sounds suspicious. We’ve decided to go a few days early, get the lay of the land before they know we’re there. Jay’s packing the car now so we can beat traffic.”
    Hunter looked out the window. “This is bullshit.”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    Hunter flew out of his chair. “I said this is bullshit . I can do this. You know I can do this. I should get to go. You even said yourself—I could be a decoy. I could help. I could—”
    â€œYou’re not ready.”
    â€œI am ready! Look at last night! Look at—”
    His dad raised an eyebrow. “I am looking at last night, Hunter.”
    Hunter flushed. “I don’t mean the . . . the using . I mean—”
    â€œI know exactly what you mean. I also know that man had every thought to kill you, and you shot him in the shoulder.” His father paused and put his hands on Hunter’s shoulders. “You’re not ready . And that’s fine .”
    Hunter shoved his hands off and moved to brush past his father. “Fuck you.”
    Hunter didn’t realize his dad had grabbed him until he’d been spun around and pinned to the doorjamb.
    His father didn’t even raise his voice. “Want to try that again?”
    The door frame was pressing into his cheek exactly where he’d gotten the bruise yesterday—and Hunter could swear his dad knew that. “Let me go.”
    â€œActing like a cocky teenager isn’t the way to convince me you’re ready.” But his dad let him go.
    Hunter shoved him, hard.
    And then his dad came after him.
    â€œHey. Hey .” Uncle Jay was there, dragging them apart. “Leave him be, John. The kid’s had a long night.”
    â€œForget it,” said Hunter. “I’ve got to get ready for school.” He didn’t look at his dad, just turned for the steps. “Have a great time on your trip .”
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    When Hunter came out of the shower, his father and uncle were gone.
    It figured.
    Hunter slammed through the underbrush surrounding the property. He was exhausted, but fury rode him hard. He kept replaying those last minutes with his dad.
    And a small nagging voice at the back of his head kept insisting that his dad had left for a potentially dangerous assignment, and for the first time, he hadn’t said good-bye.
    Hunter hesitated and pulled the phone out of his pocket. He tapped out a text to Uncle Jay.
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    Tell Dad I’m sorry.
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    Before he could