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duct tape. Temporary solutions can’t fix long-term problems.”
    I press two fingers to my forehead and salute.
    “Yes, Doctor Phil.”
    “And the next time an insanely hot guy asks you out, say yes. If you’re uncomfortable, I can stake him out for you. Make sure he’s legit.”
    I’d discussed John Doe the minute the taxi dropped me off at Charlie’s garage this afternoon. We’d conversed the topic to death.
    Grinning wide, I get into my car.
    “Thanks, Charlie.”
    She waves as I back out of her shop and drive down the lane. I live in a neighborhood fifteen minutes away. The apartment building is small and only hosts six rooms under its roof. I like it because my neighbors are quiet and old.
    They leave me in peace and I return the favor.
    My phone rings as soon as I unlock my apartment. It’s Courtney.
    “Hey, C.”
    I set my bags on the stand by the door and kick my shoes off.
    “Kendall, I have the information on your Mystery Man.”
    My heart rate kicks up a notch at the mention of his name. Well, at the mention of his nickname. I guess.
    “Lay it on me.”
    “Ehem,” Courtney recites. “His name is Alistair Rinaghi. He paid with cash. He’s staying in Room 104. You happy?”
    “Thanks, C. I owe you one.”
    I sigh and sink into the sofa.
    “What?”
    “I ran into him again.”
    “You did!” Courtney shrieks over the line. “So you knew all of that already?”
    “Not necessarily. It’s a long story. Hey, could you give me a minute?”
    Infused with energy, I rush to my bedroom, gather my laptop, and quickly boot it up.
    “Could you spell his last name for me?”
    She does.
    After a few beats of silence, my friend inquires.
    “Find anything?”
    “No, it’s coming up with a bunch of genealogies and books, but there’s no mention of that name anywhere. Are you sure that’s the correct spelling?”
    “I am.” I hear shuffling on the other end of the line and then Courtney returns. “I took a picture of the company information with my phone. That’s the name he gave.”
    “Oh my gosh. He doesn’t exist on the internet. He paid with cash. He must be… a secret agent!”
    “Or he could be a big-time author who wants to write his next novel in peace.” Courtney offers.
    I sniff and balance the computer on my lap.
    “Whatever or whoever he is, I don’t trust him.”
    “Why? Did he ask you out on a date or something?”
    “Yup.” I reply proudly.
    “What? You should have started with that! I want details!” Courtney demands.
    By the end of my retelling, my best friend is cackling like a maniac. I know my shenanigans are pathetic, but the least Courtney can do is pretend to be sympathetic.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “You are. Is it that hard to believe a handsome guy wants to go out with you?”
    “Hey! He gave a fake name. He could be a sexy serial killer for all I know.”
    “Or he could be a nice guy who just wants some privacy. You never know.”
    “Since when have you been pushing me to date?” I smile. “We’re the Single Sisters, aren’t we?”
    “We’re the Single Sisters until a handsome man asks us out. Then we’re the dating sisters.”
    I scrunch my nose.
    “Wait,” Courtney snorts, “that didn’t come out right.”
    “Either way, I turned him down. Maybe when the next hot guy comes around, I’ll know how to handle myself.”
    Doubtful. If any other man with Alistair’s face exists, I’ll probably combust.
    “Sure,” my friend chuckles, “I love you, Kendall. You keep me young.”
    “What can I say? I’m just a magnet for trouble… and calories.”
    “You are something else.”
    We speak for a few more minutes and then hang up.
    The mystery of Alistair Rinaghi, formerly John Doe, grips my attention and won’t let me go. I love a good puzzle. I’ve got a feeling that this guy may turn out to be a whopper of a thousand piece jigsaw.
     

Chapter 8
    A listair
    I remain with the Caribbean Assassins for seven days. Tatum bestows his favor and