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“Youcan’t find anything?”
Zack releases a sigh. “I know, right? Either this event never happened, or someone covered their tracks so well that I’ll have to dig a lot deeper. That’ll take me some time, assuming I can find it.”
“Keep searching. If you find anything, no matter how insignificant, call me immediately.”
“You got it,el jefe.”
I end the call, my fingers gripping my phone so tightly the plastic elicits a creaking noise. There’s a nagging doubt in my mind that Zack might not find what I’m looking for. Andifhe does, I’m not sure how long it’ll take him.
Am I willing to wait?
Or should I break my rule and go straight to the source?
I’ve already fucked up my code of ethics, so why not continue to spiral downward into a pit of self-loathing? I release a sardonic laugh, the sound mocking me. The irony of it all makes me want to kill someone.
In the name of revenge.
How can I avenge Miss Green if I’m the cause of her heartache?
Her face rises to the forefront of my mind. Except in my mind’s eyes, she’s her normal self, not the battered woman from the picture. I can’t think about that image without the need for bloodshed. Now, in my fantasy, her hazel eyes are like a beacon of light, the pureness of her soul radiating outward, so contrary to the darkness found in me. I’ve finally recognized this is one of the things that draws me to her.
I suppose opposites attract. A principle in magnetism. Except I should be repelled by her, not wanting to get closer. But I have to.
Even if it ends with her broken.
Chapter8
Calista
“Good morning,”I say to Harper.
She pokes her head out from behind the counter, a large bag of coffee beans in her arms. “Mornings are for losers.”
I grin. “That’s why Alex schedules us for the early shifts.”
“True.”
“Do you need help with anything before we open?”
She shakes her head. “No, just do your tidy up thing. I’ll be ready in a moment.”
“Okay.”
I walk over to the hooks on the walk and grab my apron, tying the ends in a bow. Then I retrieve the newspaper I picked up on the way here and set it on the table for Mr. Bailey. Afterwards, I wipe down every table and the countertops, although I’m sure my boss did that before he left for the night. Even so, I can’t help it. I like for things to be orderly and neat.
With the sugar, artificial sugar, and raw sugar packets arranged alphabetically in their containers, I place them on their designated tables. Lastly, I refill my hand sanitizer. The scent of lemon engulfs me, and I smile.
“Is that happiness on your face because of a man?” When I shake my head, Harper slaps her forehead. “Don’t tell me it’s because of the sanitizer.”
I shrug. “I like the way it smells. Clean and fresh.”
My friend clicks her tongue in admonishment. “Girl, we’ve got to get you a man. Wait.” She snaps her fingers. “What about that hot lawyer from yesterday?”
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“I already told you.”
