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possibility for a few weeks. That’s why she’s been trying to get you to see him.”
    “She could have told me it was happening.” He rubs his hand down his face. “Just because I don’t want a relationship with him doesn’t mean I don’t care about him. He’s still my dad, even if I do think he’s a piece of shit.”
    “And that’s why I told her she had to tell you herself. I’m kinda mad she’s put me in this position.”
    “Why did she tell you? Apart from the fact that I didn’t answer her grand total of two phone calls.”
    “She thinks you listen to me more than her.” She thinks right, but still...
    His phone rings from its perch on top of the dresser, and he gets up. “Shit. I’m glad she didn’t say you listen to me, because we all know that isn’t true.”
    “Hey!” I fake frown at him as he answers the phone. I know that his jokes are because he’s processing the information he just learned, so I’m not going to push it any further.
    Look at me, making grown-up choices.
    “Yeah,” Drake says into the phone and walks into the closet. He emerges with a white shirt still on its hanger and puts it on the bed. “Yeah. Let me get changed and I’ll be right there... Fifteen minutes. Get everyone out, close the road, and don’t let anyone else in there until I get there... Yeah. See you then.”
    He hangs up and drops the phone on the bed. Resignation flits across his expression, and he sighs heavily as he pulls his T-shirt over his head.
    My eyes drop to his body. Yes, he’s mad, and yes, there’s apparently an emergency that requires his immediate attention, but damn. Working out was definitely what he was doing before I woke up this morning.
    “Stop drooling over me,” he demands, but he doesn’t mean it at all. His eyes are sparkling too brightly for him to mean it in the slightest. “I have to go to work, and if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something about it. Then I’ll be late and I’ll get fired, and this is serious.”
    I sit forward. “Why? What’s happened?”
    He watches me as he does up the buttons of his shirt, scrutinizing my expression before finally sighing again and saying, “The caretaker at the old theater found a body in the basement.”
    Chills run down my spine. “The one nobody has been able to get into for years?”
    “The same one.” He tugs his pants up his legs and tucks his shirt in.
    “How?”
    “That’s one of the things we’re going to try to find out.”
    “Can I come?”
    He grabs a tie from the hanger behind the closet door and raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you asking me sincerely, or are you just asking before telling?”
    “Asking before telling.” I grin and get up, narrowly missing a swat to my ass as I dart into the closet and grab some flat shoes. “Come on. Let’s go!”
    “You’re way too excited for someone about to go see a dead body.”
    “What can I say? We need a little life in this trip.”
    “Noelle.” There’s a scolding tone to his voice. “That’s a terrible joke.”
    I smile sweetly and prance downstairs.
    Yeah, it kinda was.
    Then again, I’m a terrible person, so you know.
     

     
    “Wow. They really did close the road off.”
    “Of course they did,” Drake says, turning onto the road that’ll take us to the theater. “I told them to. It’s like you’re constantly surprised by my authority. Just because you don’t listen me doesn’t mean everyone else ignores my orders.”
    “Ah, see, this is the problem. You order me. I don’t take orders. I give orders.”
    He shakes his head, and I’m pretty sure he rolls his eyes. “I know why you left the police force, but honestly, you’d be a great chief. Or cop in general.”
    “Yeah, but if I went back, I’d have to operate on someone else’s hours and wouldn’t be able to bunk off work to follow you to a crime scene. And that would be boring.” I lean over the center console to kiss his cheek. I get out of the car