It wasnt a suicide mission, I said, loud enough to be heard over their yelling.
As we pull up to the airport, Franny calls on Simons mobile. After a moment, he puts her on speaker.Ive never been so thrilled to be proven wrong. Youre not an idiot after all.
Be sure to tell Olivia I said shes a Fleeing Bitch, but I forgive her. And you two must come for dinner when you return, yes?You can count on it.An hour later, Im in the air—on my way to New York.
The streets are empty in front of Amelias when I walk up to the door—the air eerily, strangely silent, almost like at a surprise birthday party, those moments just before the guests jump up and scream, scaring a year off the guest of honors life. The shade is drawn in front of the picture window, and the lights inside are dark.Maybe Olivia didnt see the press conference? My stomach roils—because maybe Olivias not even here. Perhaps she went…out. A toxic mix shudders in my gut at the possibility that she went out with someone. A man whod help her drown her sorrows and forget the heartache Ive brought her.
The thought has me pushing the coffee shop door open with more force than I intended—and stumbling over the threshold. The interior is dim, but not dark—its illuminated by a single candle. At a table…where Olivia sits.
And my entire being exhales with relief.Sola jumped back and punched him in the chest with both palms. Are you even kidding me! I told you not to go in there alone! I told you shed recognize you! Are you out of your mind!
As he doubled over with a curse and grabbed for his injured shoulder, she switched to Spanish and kept yelling at him, her adrenaline overload coming out verbally and then some.Vishous got out, came over, and just shook his head ruefully, like seeing a male who was full of lead slugs getting slashed and burned by his significant other was just the normal course of business. He even lit a cigarette, like he knew they were going to be there for a while.
Eventually, he cut in. How about we take this show back on the road, huh? The human cops are out this time of night, and not just to eat donuts—The sound of a cell phone going off cut through her tirade.