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I buried her beside my mom’s grave. Wilks and I had been the only two in attendance, and he’d never even met her.
Maybe Wilks had been there for me. Or maybe he had been there to see if my legend could have been preserved. The latter still seemed more likely to me.
I didn’t want to die alone, but I didn’t know how to die loved.
“Sorry, Ari.”
Graham palmed his face.
“Shit, Ariana. Ariana. Ariana,” he repeated like Ariana was the hardest name in the world to figure out. “Got it.”
I held up the test booklet, giving it a small shake.
“I have the written response questions left. I should be done soon…”
Silence lingered in the air as I waited for him to take a hint and leave.
At my dismissal, a flash of discouragement darted across his face before it was gone as quickly as it came. As if he expected me to fall at his feet.
I kept my features passive as I reassessed him. He didn’t seem malicious, but many people didn’t until they unleashed their anger.
Since its creation, men and women had floated on and off the FBI’s Most Wanted list like it was the world’s most famous revolving door, and many of them had seemed unassuming to those closest to them.
If I had a dollar for every time the neighbor of a killer said, “I never would have guessed,” I’d quit my job at the bureau and buy a penthouse somewhere in the city.
So, I let my suspicions of Graham fester.
Suspicion was always warranted.
Suspicion was always safe.
Suspicion was unlike love in those regards.
Graham stared at me a moment longer before he nodded. “Come get me when you’re done.”
Just like that, an easygoing smile painted his face.
It sent an eerie chill down my spine.
100. Two customers walk into the bar. They introduce themselves as Aaron and Alex before ordering two whiskey neats.
As the night wears on and you talk to them, you begin to realize that Aaron is Alex’s father, but Alex is not Aaron’s son.
How is this possible?
I snorted a laugh.
The rest of the questions had been about New York state health code laws for restaurants, emergency procedures, and restaurant protocol.
This had Bastian written all over it.
“What’s so funny?”
I turned to the door, waving Tessie over when our eyes connected. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she sucked in a sniffle.
Tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes, refusing to fall past her long lower lashes. It wasn’t my place to pry, but the least I could do was be here for her.
“What’s wrong?”
