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numbness. After everything else, it was rather nice. Relaxing. “I don’t know why,” she said. “It just— he’s— I don’t know.”
     
    Missy wrapped her arm around Caroline’s shoulder and pulled her close. “Okay, honey. Don’t worry about it. Tell us what you need.”
     
    “The guy,” she said. “Jack’s friend. He’s dirty. I’m sure of it.”
     
    Jack shook his head, then winced at the motion. The cold had settled firmly in his head, and he was dizzy sitting up. “Mike Randall isn’t my guy. I don’t— he asked me a long time ago not to give out his name, but that’s not him. I promise you, Caro. But he’s nothing to do with me. I don’t know how he got the information, how he knew to come after you and Mason, but he’s not mine.”
     
    “Then I think what we do is tell your friend,” Missy said. “Let him know. Let the department handle it.”
     
    “But how do we do that without telling them about Declan?” Caroline asked, and the other two fell silent.
     
    “I need to call my friend,” Jack said, after a bit. “Tell him what’s going on. He’ll know the best thing to do. If he thinks it's safest for us to just fly under the radar until this stops, he’ll say, but if there’s more he can do, he’ll do it. I know—” he said, before Caroline could protest. “I know it seems like a terrifying idea, but I need you to trust me on this one, okay? This is the right thing for us to do.”
     
    Caroline took a deep breath and tried to survey her options. There were frighteningly few of them. The police held all the cards because they were supposed to be constrained by the law and what was right. If Detective Randall had abandoned those principles, then he would be very difficult to stop without— Well, without lethal force. And that was a road she didn’t want to go down. “You think Randall is the dirty cop?” Caroline said. “You think he’s the one Declan was working with?”
     
    Jack nodded. “It’s a real possibility.”
     
    Missy tapped her lips with her forefinger. “He might be afraid that Declan left something that would tie him to the case. He might be coming after you two to try and resolve that loose end, cover his own ass. If he can frame Mason for everything—let’s face it, Declan did half that work for him, and it would be easy to write the story from there—he covers his own involvement, or even spins a story where he was working undercover to make it all happen. It’s a little Hollywood, but it’s far from impossible.”
     
    “I need to call my guy,” Jack said. “And Caroline, it’s beyond time for you to tell Mason what’s going on. Honestly, I think you should have told him as soon as you found the file.”
     
    “I needed to take care of it myself,” she said, finding that the eye of the tempest had passed over her, and she was right smack in the middle of all the emotion all over again. Missy’s arm tightened around her shoulder, and she heard the soothing sounds the other woman was trying to make, but they just pissed her off more. “I’m not some weak little girl who has to rely on the men in her life to take care of her.”
     
    “You’re not,” Jack agreed. “You handled yourself well. This isn’t about being a woman. This is about being in way over your head. This is a cop, Caroline. You think he couldn’t hide a body if he wanted to? You think he might not have done it already?”
     
    That was a shock of cold water over her head, and she stopped fighting. She could feel Missy giving him a filthy look, but Jack didn’t stop. “I get it,” he said. “I get the need to take care of yourself. Especially after what you went through. But you’re not alone. And there’s a different between independent and stupid.”
     
    “I’ll call Mason,” she said, her voice choked. “You call your friend.”
     

 
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Mason was eerily quiet on the phone as she went over everything that had happened since that