Even Twitter would feature you on one of those stupid at-relationship-underscore-goals accounts.”
I blink at her. “I have no idea what that is, so I’m going to move on.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”
I look down into my coffee mug. I don’t know what to tell her. My brother is infuriating. Jason is infuriating. Being stuck between them, between solid determination for commitment from one and wishy-washy signals from the other, must be hard.
“Maybe neither of them is the one for you.”
She opens her mouth then stops. “I didn’t think of that. But it still doesn’t help me decide what to do.”
I glance backward just as the front door opens, announcing Mike with the cupcakes and Carlton right behind him, looking frazzled. I swing my gaze right back to meet Bek’s and lean forward.
“Wait for the man who looks at you and makes you feel alive. He’s The One.”
“Is that how you feel about Drake?” She swallows.
“With my whole heart.”
Bek’s throat bobs as she swallows again. “I still hate them both.”
A side from a message warning me that making him pay for lunch added another tally to my spank chart, I haven’t heard from Drake. I’m operating by the phrase “no news is good news.” Meaning that Mr. Russo finally calmed down and left the station and Samuel Goldberg wasn’t summoned.
Either that or Drake really doesn’t want me to kill anyone today.
Not saying that it would definitely happen, but with Samuel Goldberg, nothing is certain.
I’m also taking it to mean they haven’t come up with anything on the skeleton yet. I’m apprehensive of what they may find. If it is Daniela Russo, then Holly Woods could potentially become a circus. Sure, it was fifteen years ago, but I remember it all too clearly.
Truth is people just don’t go missing in Holly Woods.
Last year aside. That was an anomaly.
Holly Woods is too small, the community is too tight-knit, and we’re all too familiar with each other. If you go missing, you’re found an hour later. I’m not saying I once tried to run away when I was ten and made it as far as the bus stop behind the old people’s home, but just know you don’t get far if you try.
My point being: Daniela Russo’s case quickly gathered speed. When it became very clear she wasn’t in town or close to it, the police had to branch out. It quickly turned into a county search, which became state and then nationwide.
If the body under the theater is hers, chaos is going to descend on our little Texan town. Chaos I don’t think we’re equipped to deal with. No—I know we’re not equipped to deal with nationwide media attention yet again. The police department sure as hell isn’t, and when they get overwhelmed, Mayor McDougall wants to pull in the Austin PD, and that’s never good.
Mostly because Nonna once set me up on a date with one Detective Giorgio Messina, the same man Drake went to police academy with and his ex-fiancée, Jessica, once had an affair with. While it’s in the past, he’s still somewhat a sore spot for my guy.
Kind of like how I avoid Jessica like the plague, because she’s a definite sore spot for me. Total bruise, actually. Broken bone, to be precise.
So, yes. It’s in everyone’s best interest if this body isn’t Daniela. Daniela equals media, media equals Mayor McDougall and Jessica, and Mayor McDougall and Jessica equal Detective Messina.
Honestly, if you throw in Samuel Goldberg, I’m gonna move. Stat.
“Hi,” I say, picking the ringing phone up. Grecia’s light blinks. “What’s up?”
“Mrs. Russo is here to see you. She says it’s urgent.” There’s a shuffle then her hushed voice. “You have fifteen minutes before the accountant comes by, so I can ask her to come back tomorrow.”
Mrs. Russo? Why would she be coming to see me?
Uncertainty tingles in the pit of my belly.
“No, don’t send her away. As long as she’s quick, I’ll come down.” I hang up and slip
I blink at her. “I have no idea what that is, so I’m going to move on.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”
I look down into my coffee mug. I don’t know what to tell her. My brother is infuriating. Jason is infuriating. Being stuck between them, between solid determination for commitment from one and wishy-washy signals from the other, must be hard.
“Maybe neither of them is the one for you.”
She opens her mouth then stops. “I didn’t think of that. But it still doesn’t help me decide what to do.”
I glance backward just as the front door opens, announcing Mike with the cupcakes and Carlton right behind him, looking frazzled. I swing my gaze right back to meet Bek’s and lean forward.
“Wait for the man who looks at you and makes you feel alive. He’s The One.”
“Is that how you feel about Drake?” She swallows.
“With my whole heart.”
Bek’s throat bobs as she swallows again. “I still hate them both.”
A side from a message warning me that making him pay for lunch added another tally to my spank chart, I haven’t heard from Drake. I’m operating by the phrase “no news is good news.” Meaning that Mr. Russo finally calmed down and left the station and Samuel Goldberg wasn’t summoned.
Either that or Drake really doesn’t want me to kill anyone today.
Not saying that it would definitely happen, but with Samuel Goldberg, nothing is certain.
I’m also taking it to mean they haven’t come up with anything on the skeleton yet. I’m apprehensive of what they may find. If it is Daniela Russo, then Holly Woods could potentially become a circus. Sure, it was fifteen years ago, but I remember it all too clearly.
Truth is people just don’t go missing in Holly Woods.
Last year aside. That was an anomaly.
Holly Woods is too small, the community is too tight-knit, and we’re all too familiar with each other. If you go missing, you’re found an hour later. I’m not saying I once tried to run away when I was ten and made it as far as the bus stop behind the old people’s home, but just know you don’t get far if you try.
My point being: Daniela Russo’s case quickly gathered speed. When it became very clear she wasn’t in town or close to it, the police had to branch out. It quickly turned into a county search, which became state and then nationwide.
If the body under the theater is hers, chaos is going to descend on our little Texan town. Chaos I don’t think we’re equipped to deal with. No—I know we’re not equipped to deal with nationwide media attention yet again. The police department sure as hell isn’t, and when they get overwhelmed, Mayor McDougall wants to pull in the Austin PD, and that’s never good.
Mostly because Nonna once set me up on a date with one Detective Giorgio Messina, the same man Drake went to police academy with and his ex-fiancée, Jessica, once had an affair with. While it’s in the past, he’s still somewhat a sore spot for my guy.
Kind of like how I avoid Jessica like the plague, because she’s a definite sore spot for me. Total bruise, actually. Broken bone, to be precise.
So, yes. It’s in everyone’s best interest if this body isn’t Daniela. Daniela equals media, media equals Mayor McDougall and Jessica, and Mayor McDougall and Jessica equal Detective Messina.
Honestly, if you throw in Samuel Goldberg, I’m gonna move. Stat.
“Hi,” I say, picking the ringing phone up. Grecia’s light blinks. “What’s up?”
“Mrs. Russo is here to see you. She says it’s urgent.” There’s a shuffle then her hushed voice. “You have fifteen minutes before the accountant comes by, so I can ask her to come back tomorrow.”
Mrs. Russo? Why would she be coming to see me?
Uncertainty tingles in the pit of my belly.
“No, don’t send her away. As long as she’s quick, I’ll come down.” I hang up and slip
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