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“Jack,” I said, placing my hand on his chest.

“This is a public sidewalk.”

Just then, the sheriff pulled up. He climbed out of his car and walked over to where Jack and Derek were having a standoff.

“What seems to be the problem?” the sheriff asked.

“Arrest this motherfucker,” Jack demanded.

“What the fuck for? Standing on a public street?” Dereksnarked.

“Jack, please calm down,” I whispered.

“Dad, I called you because Carrie was out here. She took off when she saw us. Mimic followed her, so be aware, he will drag her back,” Beck explained.

“And he will bring her to me, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow at Jack.

“Yes, Sheriff, he will bring her to you,” Cash assured him.

Derek just stood there, watching us.

“Why is he bringing her to the sheriff?” he asked. “What did she do?”

Derek looked at me. His expression was one I hadn’t seen since we were dating. He actually looked concerned.

“Did she do something to you? Did she hurt Charlotte?” He reached out his hand and touched my arm. Grace again stepped between us.

“Why do you care? You think you’re the only one allowed to hurt her?”

“Grace, come on,” Zero said, pulling her away from Derek. “Something happens to you, King will kick all our asses.”

“Fuck you, Zero,” Grace hissed.

“Alright, everyone. Show’s over. Mr. Reynolds, I suggest you get on with whatever has brought you here. Do it quickly and quietly.”

“Sign the fucking papers, asshole.”

“Jack!” I said, exasperated. “Come on, let’s go back to the bookstore.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me. Everyone else followed, leaving Derek standing alone on the street.

Chapter Thirty

Jack

“What was that fucker doing here?” I asked.

“A better question is, what was he talking to Carrie about?” Ryder said.

I snapped my head around to look at Sammy. “What?”

“He was talking to Carrie. That was what initially drew us out there,” Sammy confirmed. “But it was more than that. He called her Marsha, Jack. He knows her as Marsha.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Blade barked.

My phone rang, and I pulled it from my back pocket. Patch’s name was on the screen.

“What’s up, brother?” I asked as the call connected.