I grit my teeth and lean across the table. “You told Oliver we were meeting here?” I hiss.

“No.” Teddy looks baffled. “I just said something about coffee.”

“Jesus.” I grimace. Coffee might as well be my code name, so often we’re said in the same sentence—Coffee, Marlitt? Marlitt, coffee?

“So what was Jay doing at the gym?” Teddy asks as Oliver walks away. I see Oliver’s head twist at Jay’s name and resist the urge to shush him.

“Look,” Teddy says when I hesitate. “Whatever you’ve got, you’re going to have to share it with Oliver eventually.”

I start to protest, but he holds up his hand. There’s a muffin crumb on his thumb.

“Truman was clear. You need time to recuperate. We may not like it, but that’s where we are.”

I appreciate the “we,” but we’re not off the case, I am.

“And—” His eyes finally meet mine. I look away. The concern etched in his irises is combined with something else, and it sends a surge of panic through my chest.

“Fine,” I mumble into my coffee before he can say more. God damn Oliver, I think, taking the wind out of my sails. “We might as well wait for him, so I don’t have to go through it twice.”

A sick feeling turns in my stomach. Even though Teddy denied it, I see him and Oliver sharing a laugh at the station, him getting my text, showing Oliver, telling him to wait ten minutes and then join us. Either because he thinks I’ve got something, or because he can’t stand to be alone with me any longer than that. The thing in my stomach sours.

Oliver sits next to Teddy, facing me. He looks too excited, and I wonder how many cups of coffee he’s had already.

“Sick hair,” he says, nodding at my face. “Makes you look like a badass.”

A wry grin from Teddy into his muffin.

“With all the layers peeled back you just get a better look at my soul,” I tell him.

He laughs, unsure, glances at Teddy, and then back at me.

“So…”

I think it’s finally dawned on him that neither of us invited him to sit. Unless this was their plan all along.

“Marlitt found something.”

“Really?” Oliver turns to me. The smile’s still there, but his eyes are scrutinizing mine.

I take a deep breath, enjoying the last moment of owning the piece that might blow the case wide open before I have to give it away.

“Jay had a secret phone,” I tell them. “He kept it in a rented locker at the Ramsey student gym and used it to message Katie Coleman and to make calls to another unidentified number.”

Teddy’s still.

Oliver’s eyes widen a fraction.