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“He’s not fragile,” Trish said.
Yet another woman who defended the men she cared about, even her father-in-law.
“Can you do me a favor?” She turned those kind eyes on me. Like I could say no to Trish. I owed her until kingdom come.
“Name it.”
“You know Cricket,” she started, glancing at Andrew before returning her gaze to me. “I—Could you check into her?”
“I’m a lawyer not a detective,” I said with a smile.
“But you have people who dig into things.”
“You giving away trade secrets?” I nudged Andrew and reached around him, tugging on Trish’s ponytail. “I’ll check into it. Am I looking for anything specific?”
“No.” Her mouth flattened. “I just think whatever trouble she’s been in may be following her.”
“What about that cop who comes by the food truck? Have you talked to him?” I asked.
“She sprinted the first time he showed up. And every time he’s at the window, she finds some way to hide.”
“The girl is skittish for sure.”
“She needs help. I recognize it,” Trish insisted.
“We’ll see what we can dig up. She still living at the shelter?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll get my guy on it.”
“You’re the best.” She beamed at me.
“I thought I was,” Andrew protested.
“You’re the best dad. And the best husband.”
I loved these two, but I threw up a little in my mouth. Something strongly resembling jealousy roared inside me.
I checked my phone, tempted to toss it on the sidewalk. Whoever invented this instant access to everyone at all times should be ashamed. It used to be much easier to give the brush off.
It vibrated in my hand.
You won’t get away with it
The caller ID showed as unknown. Unease slithered through me, but the words could mean anything.
“That a text from Monica?” Andrew emphasized her name. “I thought you quit seeing her months ago.”
“You had a girlfriend?” Trish piped up.
“He went out with the same woman more than once. That constitutes a relationship for Patrick.”
I punched him in the arm, though I was relieved they’d solved the mystery text. “She called the office four times today. And I did quit seeing her months ago.” And now she’d resorted to texting me from an unknown number
“Because of Marlow?” Trish prodded.
“No,” I said quickly. “An alligator wouldn’t go out with her.” She flashed me anif you say so bublook. “Monica ran her course.”
