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Taz stood in the living room of the team’s Gig Harbor house. The waterfront lights were just enough to outline a body of water, but the darkness was too complete to see more.
The décor was IKEA, unadorned IKEA. It looked as if the team wasn’t here for much other than sleeping. The open-plan kitchen was the only real exception, it was well-equipped and laid out. She opened a random cupboard and discovered a wide variety of canned tomato products, but no jarred sauce. Another cupboard revealed the spice rack of someone who cooked from scratch. Mike.
“That’s my room,” Holly pointed. “Andi takes the spare bed, except the rare nights Miranda joins our merry band, then she gets the couch. I’ll be in with Mike tonight, so you’re welcome to my lay-down. That room is Jeremy’s.”
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