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Nya Pagnotto had never been good at ignoring her instincts. It was something her older brother, Casimiro, used to tease her about—calling her “Inspector Nya” whenever she jumped to conclusions over missing socks or odd silences during dinner. But this time, it wasn’t socks. And it wasn’t a hunch she could brush away.

Something was wrong.

She’d seen the man at Nina’s house. Tall. Sharp-jawed