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I answer on speaker. “Talk.”

Keys hammer in the background before CSI's voice comes through.

“Rear school door opened with the student code six minutes ago. Sweet comes out alone.”

“Then?”

“Camera behind supply storage catches her heading toward the coffin booth. She stops once, turns back toward the school, then gets another text.”

I can picture it.

Sweet knowing better. Sweet nearly choosing better.

Then Razor showing her Mama hanging over sixty feet of nothing.

“She keeps going,” CSI says.

“Where's Razor?”

“Camera behind the cider truck catches him coming out from between two delivery vehicles. Black helmet under his arm. Denim over Ravenfork colors. Sweet crosses into frame about thirty seconds later.”

“Does he grab her?”

“Camera angle's shit. Looks like he intercepts her.”

“Where?”

“Dump access.”

I'm already turning.

“Bitter,” Nevermore says.

“What?”

“Stop.”

“Fuck you.”

“Stop running blind for five goddamn seconds.”

My hand closes around my keys. “I know where the murder hole is.”

“And Razor knows that too.”

That gets through.

Barely.

I force myself to stand still. “What else?”

CSI answers. “The dump road camera looped.”

My stomach sinks. “Same as my apartment?”

Silence.

“Tell me.”