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Her friend’s laugh filled the line.

Devon shook her head. “You’re annoying.”

“And you’re still avoiding.”

“I answered the question.”

“Sure you did.”

Despite herself, Devon smiled.

A few seconds passed before Janie’s voice softened. “You know I’d never actually try to push you into something you aren’t ready for, right?”

Devon’s smile faded. “I know.”

“You’re still young, Dev,” her friend gently reminded. “You have your whole life ahead of you. That’s all I’m saying. Whatever you decide to do with it is up to you.”

Her throat tightened as her gaze drifted to the lock on the office window.

“I know,” she whispered again.

“And for what it’s worth, Blake’s a really good guy.”

Devon knew that, too.

She glanced back at the report staring back at her. Something on the screen caught her attention.

It’s a pattern.

Her brows drew together.

“Hang on.” She clicked back to the first account.

“You good?”

Rather than answer her friend, Devon studied the first account before clicking to the second. When she did, the suspected pattern became clearer.

“What the hell?”

“Dev?” Janie’s concern was immediate. “Are you okay?”

“Give me a sec.”

She pulled up another transaction. Different amount. Different patient. But it followed the exact same sequence.

Payment. Adjustment. Repost.

Except—

Devon leaned closer with a narrowed gaze. The destination code on the adjustment wasn’t one she recognized.

“That’s weird.”

“What’s that?”

She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Work thing.”

“Something wrong?”