The cops hadn’t arrived yet, but Karl had.

Ever since Alfred stepped back into his role as the shadow boss, Karl had become the Murphy family’s public face, managing all the messy PR. And, apparently, dealing with me.

“Where’s Tina?” he demanded, skipping any pretense of small talk.

Cecilia had already clarified that the figure only resembled me, but Karl? He sounded completely convinced it was me. Whether he truly couldn’t tell the ...