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I take a step toward the couch. There’s a lamp there with a long neck and a heavy base. If he comes at me, I can grab it. “Why are you here? What do you want from me?”

His laugh is so loud and booming that I’m sure everyone in the neighborhood must hear it. “I want what everyone wants, Ellie. I want what your white-trash self wanted when you were working for Tate Andrews. I want money