Maeve asked, "Did anything weird happen before you fell asleep?"
Andres thought hard. "If I had to pick something... in the middle of the night, I felt like I got jolted. Like an electric shock."
Maeve's gaze sharpened. "Same."
They stared at each other.
"So me showing up here," Andres said slowly, "is connected to that shock?"
They sat on the bed in silence, both of them at a loss.
Andres was still in his loungewear. If he wanted to walk out of Maeve's place without looking insane, he needed help—so he borrowed her phone and called Hans.
An hour later, Hans knocked on Maeve's door with a bag of clothes, shoes included.
He stepped inside and found Andres sitting in the living room in pajamas, looking disturbingly like the man of the house.
Hans blinked. "Mr. White... you—"
Yesterday these two were in City Hall trying to get divorced. One night later, they'd apparently slept together?
Andres took the bag and disappeared into the bathroom without answering.
Hans turned his questioning look to Maeve, who was already fully dressed.
Maeve pointed at the bathroom door. "Ask him."
Five minutes later, the three of them left together.
Andres lowered his voice, warning Maeve, "Last night—don't tell anyone."
Maeve pulled on her mask out of habit. "As long as you can keep your mouth shut, I guarantee nobody will ever hear about it."
Hans was completely lost. He had the strong feeling something huge had just happened right under his nose, but he didn't dare ask.
Parked at the curb was Andres's expensive car again.
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