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“Yeah. Her boyfriend’s name is Chris. She wouldn’t give a last name. She gave Andre her pistol today, and she told him it was because he stole forty grand from her, and thinks he is on drugs and might kill himself, but I know that’s a lie. She also told me that Chris took her dead parents’ wedding bands, which are engraved with their anniversary on the inside. I think he’s already gotten rid of them, but she basically said that she is stuck because she won’t walk away until she gets them back,” I explain. “So I want the rings found, and I want to know who Chris is.”

“Got it. I’ll do my best,” he says. “You like her, don’t you?”

“More than I should,” I admit.

Chapter Five

Ada

Three Weeks Later

The last three weeks have been amazing at work, but hellish at home. The only thing to break up the bad is the constant back-and-forth texts with Viktor. I have gotten way closer to him than I should, but he’s just so easy to talk to. We never talk about anything inappropriate, and it’s never even come close to inappropriate, but the way he looks at me is downright filthy.

I’m like a feral bitch in heat sleeping in my office every night. I even moved my shit out of the room and into my office. I changed the locks when Chris was gone a few weeks ago after the rings incident.

Chris is fucking some chick at the bar down the road all the time, so he leaves me alone. He doesn’t even try to hide his cheating, but I don’t care. More power to ya, dude. The more he is with her, the less he bothers me.

“That’s fucking stupid,” Shelly says with a frown.

“Watch your fucking language,” Trisha barks.

“Fuck you,” Shelly snaps back.

“Do I need to put you in timeout like children?” I ask, making them laugh. “You two fight all of the time, and it’s honestly annoying.”

“Can you say that to us?” Shelly asks.

“She said it, didn’t she?” Trisha snaps.

“How was your week, Archer?” I ask since he and Maisy are the only ones not getting on my last nerve today. I am so fucking tired, so that isn’t helping.

“It was good, Ada. How about you?” Archer responds warmly.

“Tiring,” I laugh.

“At least it’s Friday,” Melody says.

“She has that appointment six days a week with that giant man,” Trisha reminds her. “She’s here every day.”

“Not every day,” I laugh.

“Do you ever relax?” Payton asks.

“Yeah, Ada. Do you?” Archer asks.

“Since when are these group classes about ganging up on me?” I ask.

“Since she…”

We all stop and listen when we hear Paula shouting. She is the front desk receptionist and is very mild-natured.

“You can’t go back there. She has patients!” Paula yells again.

I don’t know how I know, but I know it’s Chris. He has threatened all week to show up to see who my client is. “Shit,” I say as I stand up.

“What’s wrong?” Archer asks.

“Go into the classroom next door, and I’ll be there in a second,” I say. “Now, guys. Go.”