Chapter 61
EMMA
Ipull up to Jake’s house, parking on the side where the men are parked. I can see into the kitchen from here. All three of them are inside, staring out the window at me.
All three look like someone peed in their Cheerios.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble, turning off the ignition. “I think the jig is up.”
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