Three years ago, Parker’s gut had told her that Shane, an asshole I’d never liked, might be stepping out on her. I’d just returned from Langley and, not being in the most charitable state of mind toward anyone, let alone him, suggested we nose around. Just to put her mind at ease, of course. After all, they’d been together for five and a half years.
We’d found out two things. One, Shane was a two-timing snake who was so used to cheating on my best friend, he’d gotten slightly careless in covering it up. Two, we discovered that we were remarkably good at finding things. Like, scary good.
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