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There is something she does not want to say.

“Tell me.”

“He was watching yesterday.”

The coffin.

My stomach turns.

“What'd he send?”

Mercy exhales through her nose. “First message was Saw that. Then He picked the club. Then he sent Then he picked her.”

I close my eyes once.

Razor saw her walk out of that workshop after catching me with Trixie.

Of course he did.

He has been watching her since she got here, and I made sure he had something worth watching.

Mercy's voice gets colder. “This morning he watched too.”

I already know.

Some part of me knows before she says it.

“He sent a picture of Sweet walking away from the garage.”

My mouth goes dry. “And?”

Mercy holds my gaze.

“Then he told everybody you were nothing.”

The knife I sharpened for him.

Razor didn't have to convince Sweet I could not be trusted. I did that part for him in front of witnesses.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Hyde steps closer. “Then Razor sent the picture of her mother's frame from your apartment and started threatening to destroy it.”

“Where?”

“Murder hole.”

My blood goes cold.

Mercy continues before I can move. “We locked the school. Hyde had men moving toward the dump from both sides. Razor started creating distractions. Fake volunteer. False emergency about Petal. Vendor crash. Injured civilian.”

The bleeding man in the chair raises two fingers weakly. “Sorry.”

“You got hit in the head,” I tell him. “You don't gotta apologize.”

He looks relieved.