<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Instead of answering whether he had a knife, Oliver left them and Genevieve was left tugging on the collar in frustration, as if the threading holding the two pieces of leather together would magically unravel. Dark eyes lifting from it to him when he returned, she held out the collar and watched as Oliver made quick work of the expensive collar, filleting it much like one might a fish. Genevieve looked on with an increasing mixture of betrayal and dread, taking in the way a pendant fall free of the leather. And <i>of course</i> it wasn’t just some necklace her fiancé had thought special enough to hide away in his dog’s collar. No, it had to have another USB ingeniously hidden within the jaws of the snake.<br/>
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<i>This entire thing is kind of fucked, isn’t it?</i> It sounded like it was going to be her new mantra. Oliver suggested they head inside, but Genevieve couldn't move on that quickly. She was having a miserable time trying to wrap her head around everything, around the fact her morning run had gone from run of the mill to life-threatening. That her dog was not just a dog, but a safeguard for some super secret USB drive her apparently German spy boyfriend had needed to hide away.<br/>
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The question of what the letter had said shook her from the gnawing panic beginning to form in the corners of her mind. Genevieve blinked over at Oliver, hand still held out in front of her as she held the hidden locket and USB in her palm. “It was…it was a threat, against my family…” She answered thickly, voice clearly portraying her shock at everything that was happening to her. But he moved on, starting into the house, and announced they wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.<br/>
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“Like hell we aren’t!” Genevieve suddenly found her ire and spun on her heel to follow after Oliver. “Come on, Dunkin,” she snapped, not giving the dog a glance while she prowled after Nathan’s partner. She followed him into the house, one she’d been in often over the years and was comfortable enough to toss the locket and USB drive down on the closest counter she came upon. She caught up to Oliver, giving his forearm a squeeze to convince him to turn around and face her.<br/>
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Wanting to make sure she could see him and have his attention on her, her free hand reached up to push her disheveled curls from her brown eyes. “Oliver, that letter didn’t just have some random address in it,” Gen explained, anger and fear sharing time on her tanned face, “That’s my parents’ home. We can’t just sit around this house while some assholes are out to get my parents. I don’t care what’s on that stupid USB, they can have it if it means they won’t hurt the people I care about.”<br/>
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“And besides,” she crossed her arms beneath her breasts with petulance growing upon her features. He wasn, “I’m not going to run around your house in a sports bra and leggings while you decide what to do about everything. So I’ll figure this out really fast for you right now. We’re going to go drop this stuff off at that location they demanded, then you’re taking me home so I can change and properly call the police.”</span>