“Hey, Fallon,” Stefan Seeley greeted me, his voice steely. “I heard you needed my help with disappearing.” Stefan Seeley. Alive. Stefan Seeley. Not dead. Not fucking dead. My brain refused to believe it. “You’re. . . you’re dead,” I finally said as he stepped deeper into the room, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood. He nodded. “I am. Heard your girl was too.”
