“Rathburn, who addressed me as Miss Halloway, and when I did the same?—”
“Oh, I love you,” she grins. “Did she double D you?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I laugh.
“Two doctorates like her shit doesn’t stink, and not the fact she got off on staying in college on daddy’s dime, so she could advise other mean girls to torment future Tri Gam’s.”
“She went on a spiel about romantic relationships between the staff and players not being allowed in any organization, see oversees.”
“Eww, gross fucking word, and complete bullshit. Go on.”
“Is it possible that Emma Shaw was Tri Gam?”
“I don’t know, but I’m about to go down a rabbit hole,” she says as she begins tapping on her keyboard. Less than a second later, she says, “Bingo!”
THIRTY-TWO
Deacon
Claudia:
I need to talk to you.
Me:
I’m at your house Doc. Where are you?
Claudia:
It’s Paul’s, and no, I will meet you there.
Me:
I can come get you.
Claudia:
Stay.
When she walksin and looks around, she doesn’t have Savannah and looks a little,off.
“Is Savannah okay?”
“Yes, of course, why? Did you?—”
She stops when I grab her shoulders and look down at her, “Breathe, Claudia.”
“I need to tell you some things, lots of fucking things,” My eyebrows jump at Claudia’s use of fuck, she rarely swears.
“Tell me all thefuckingthings.” She sighs loudly, her shoulders relax, and she looks up at me.
“I think Emma Shaw knows Dr. Dr. Rathburn.” My lips twitch because she doubled D’d Ratburn. “I should probably lead with I spoke to Mara.”
“Yeah? And how did that go?”
She palms my face, “You got hotter.”
“The sawdust makes me hotter?” I laugh and pull her hand away.
