His gaze slid across the identical Kits on every side as though debating whether one was real or they were all fake—and a slow smile curved his lips. It wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t even amused. It was a cold acknowledgment. “Interesting.” He arched an eyebrow. “But I’m still not sharing my information first.” I let out an exasperated huff, then let the Split-Kits vanish. “Fine, I’ll go first. Lienna and I were given this case: catch the Ghost, who just abducted another teen victim. We started following the evidence but ended up tracking that other shit-wicket instead of you. We have no idea who
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