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So how are things otherwise? Are Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee behaving themselves?” Kat shook her head. “I just don’t know. Lock is a sweetheart, as always. But Deep…well, Deep is Deep. And I mean that both literally and figuratively.” Sophie frowned. “Meaning what—that you two are still fighting?” “We have what you could call an uneasy truce right now,” Kat said. She looked behind her and then leaned closer to the viewscreen and lowered her voice. “But I found something out about him. Something he did—” “Kat,” a deep male voice said from somewhere off screen. “The ship leaves very soon. You need to hurry.” “Just a minute!” Kat looked harassed. “We have to leave on the flower hunt tonight and the guys are waiting outside the shuttle so I can talk to you two privately. But I guess they’re getting impatient.” “Forget about them,” Liv said. “Tell us what you found out. Is he an axe murderer? A gigolo?” “No,” Sophie cut in. “She said it was something he did. What did he do, Kat? Was it awful?” “Kat!” said the deep male voice again. “We have to go now.” Kat sighed. “Sorry, I guess I’ll have to tell you later. But believe me, you will never guess in a million years. Love you both.” She blew kisses at the viewscreen and Liv and Sophie did the same. “Kat,
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