Dexter took a moment to survey the office. Two desks occupied the room—one directly facing the door, where they had just entered, and a smaller one tucked into the corner. Autumn dropped her purse on the larger desk, settling into the chair behind it with a watchful gaze fixed on him.

Without a word, Dexter walked over to Derek’s desk, pulled out the chair, and dragged it to sit directly across from Autumn. He settled in, meeting her eyes with a calm intensity.

“Where did you get that?” Autumn asked immediately, her voice taut with suspicion. “Did Charlie give it to you?” Her questions came rapid-fire, a storm of accusations....