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Authors: Sarah Elizabeth
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helping me from the kindness of their hearts? No. In this world, everything comes at a price. I’m in no way complaining, though. It’ll be money well spent if it gets me any closer to finding out who did this to us.
They walk away after Brad tells me he’ll be in touch, and I head straight back to my dorm to see if there’s any thing new inside the envelope.
***
“Nothing.” I sigh, pacing the length of my bedroom.
“Are you serious? But you paid that guy more than a weeks’ worth of your earnings!” I move my cell phone to my other ear, and go to pick up my name tag from the desk.
“I know, but it’s not about the cash, Rach.” I run my hand over my face. “There were two statements inside. Two of them. Yours and mine.”
That’s right. Inside the package Brad gave me held nothing new. No new leads. To say I’m feeling disappointed right now would be an understatement. But, I’m not giving up. I’ll never give up. That cop told me one time that one of the witness statements didn’t seem to add up. Now, I could’ve just put this down to her getting some kinda kick out of raising my hopes, in fact, I was sure that’s what she was doing. But, seeing that there’s a few of them missing, well, maybe she was telling the truth after all.
I know Rach was counting on this. Christ. I was relying on this. She sounds upset , so I think I’m gonna try and steer our conversation onto something else, “How’s your mom and dad?”
“They send their love , and said to tell you that you’d better be taking good care of yourself. Mom said she wants you to come and visit soon.” Rach’s mom and dad? They’re good people with warm hearts, and hearing this makes me smile.
“One day soon, Rach. One day soon, I promise.”
Once I’ve ended the call with her, I grab a quick shower, and throw on my work clothes. I managed to pick up another shift down at the bar. Things seem to be going pretty well down there, and the extra cash will definitely be of some help. The small, brown package I got given earlier cost me five hundred dollars, and I know that that’s only a small price to pay if I wanna get any closer to finding out the truth. The more shifts I can pick now the better.
***
“Hey, what’s that?” I ask when I see Layla hanging some kinda poster up in the window.
“I’m looking to do theme nights , and maybe have a few local bands play over the weekends,” she answers when she turns back around to face me. “What do you think?” I finish drying off one of the glasses with a bar cloth, and place it back down on the counter.
“Sounds good. Have you gotten anyone lined up yet?” I ask , and grab another glass up from the sink. “Only, I’ve got a couple of buddies that started a band not so long back, and they’re trying to get into a few places. Do you mind if I give them a call?”
Layla narrows her eyes on me as she starts wiping a few of the tables, “That all depends. Are they any good at what they do, or is it just noise?”
“Oh, they’re good. And, hey, y ou could do some kinda quiz maybe on Wednesday nights. That should bring more people in during the week. Have you thought about … Wait, are you laughing at me?”
“No, it’s just that you sound more excited about the whole thing than I am.” She chuckles as she carries over a few more empty dishes.
I shrug my shoulder s and lean my elbows on the bar, “Just trying to help.” I see her eye me for a second before she heads toward the back.
“I’ll be back in a little while,” she throws over her shoulder, and when she walks away, I grab my cell from off of the back shelf and message Neil and Rye. I figure they’ll be pretty excited to hear about this.
Rye got straight back to me, and said that both he and Neil will stop by at some point tonight so they can speak with Layla and try to line something up.
After hauling what feels like a gazillion crates around in the basement, I hear a tapping sound on the door by
They walk away after Brad tells me he’ll be in touch, and I head straight back to my dorm to see if there’s any thing new inside the envelope.
***
“Nothing.” I sigh, pacing the length of my bedroom.
“Are you serious? But you paid that guy more than a weeks’ worth of your earnings!” I move my cell phone to my other ear, and go to pick up my name tag from the desk.
“I know, but it’s not about the cash, Rach.” I run my hand over my face. “There were two statements inside. Two of them. Yours and mine.”
That’s right. Inside the package Brad gave me held nothing new. No new leads. To say I’m feeling disappointed right now would be an understatement. But, I’m not giving up. I’ll never give up. That cop told me one time that one of the witness statements didn’t seem to add up. Now, I could’ve just put this down to her getting some kinda kick out of raising my hopes, in fact, I was sure that’s what she was doing. But, seeing that there’s a few of them missing, well, maybe she was telling the truth after all.
I know Rach was counting on this. Christ. I was relying on this. She sounds upset , so I think I’m gonna try and steer our conversation onto something else, “How’s your mom and dad?”
“They send their love , and said to tell you that you’d better be taking good care of yourself. Mom said she wants you to come and visit soon.” Rach’s mom and dad? They’re good people with warm hearts, and hearing this makes me smile.
“One day soon, Rach. One day soon, I promise.”
Once I’ve ended the call with her, I grab a quick shower, and throw on my work clothes. I managed to pick up another shift down at the bar. Things seem to be going pretty well down there, and the extra cash will definitely be of some help. The small, brown package I got given earlier cost me five hundred dollars, and I know that that’s only a small price to pay if I wanna get any closer to finding out the truth. The more shifts I can pick now the better.
***
“Hey, what’s that?” I ask when I see Layla hanging some kinda poster up in the window.
“I’m looking to do theme nights , and maybe have a few local bands play over the weekends,” she answers when she turns back around to face me. “What do you think?” I finish drying off one of the glasses with a bar cloth, and place it back down on the counter.
“Sounds good. Have you gotten anyone lined up yet?” I ask , and grab another glass up from the sink. “Only, I’ve got a couple of buddies that started a band not so long back, and they’re trying to get into a few places. Do you mind if I give them a call?”
Layla narrows her eyes on me as she starts wiping a few of the tables, “That all depends. Are they any good at what they do, or is it just noise?”
“Oh, they’re good. And, hey, y ou could do some kinda quiz maybe on Wednesday nights. That should bring more people in during the week. Have you thought about … Wait, are you laughing at me?”
“No, it’s just that you sound more excited about the whole thing than I am.” She chuckles as she carries over a few more empty dishes.
I shrug my shoulder s and lean my elbows on the bar, “Just trying to help.” I see her eye me for a second before she heads toward the back.
“I’ll be back in a little while,” she throws over her shoulder, and when she walks away, I grab my cell from off of the back shelf and message Neil and Rye. I figure they’ll be pretty excited to hear about this.
Rye got straight back to me, and said that both he and Neil will stop by at some point tonight so they can speak with Layla and try to line something up.
After hauling what feels like a gazillion crates around in the basement, I hear a tapping sound on the door by
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