I smile over at her. “Sorry, Scar. But he was a complete ass. He just left. I presumed he was acting a jealous ass as usual, but he left me there with Joey. It made no sense.” I frown as I go over it in my head, not understanding his reaction.
“Didn’t he storm in here when you met with Joey the first time for coffee?” Megan asks.
“Yes!” I throw my hands up. “Exactly, what happened to that guy and why do I want him back?” I laugh. My phone starts ringing, and I pull it from my bag.
“It’s Erin,” I tell them, waving my phone at them. I’ve called her five times in the last hour, she was supposed to meet us for lunch but hasn’t shown.
“Erin, hey! Where are you?”
“Nina, did you not get my note?”
“Note? What note?” I frown.
“I left it on my desk, I had to go home to my mum.”
“No! Erin, you were here a day.”
What the hell?
“She’s sick again. I’ll be in touch, okay?”
“Erin—” I check my phone to find she’s already gone.
“She went home?” Lucy asks.
“Yeah. Her mum is sick again.”
“That’s shit,” Megan says, sipping her coffee.
“Yeah, it is.” I frown.
Mase
“Where the fuck is Vinny!”
I’m about to call him when George comes barrelling through my office doors, smile in place.
“Mason. Have you eaten today? You came back from Nina’s photography session rather quick. Either way, I ordered you in, just in case.”
“I’m fine, fucking knock or use the damn intercom!” I yell, taking my frustration out on him and then feeling like a dick for it instantly. “Sorry. I?—”
“Of course,” he says, cutting me off as if the apology isn’t necessary when it is. “I put an extra sugar in.” He places the cup of tea on the edge of my desk.
“Just Leave me be. Please, George,” I say, deflated, running my hands through my hair.
Vinny doesn’t arrive until gone four, and he enters my office too fucking calmly, taking his time to close the door behind him.
His grim expression as he faces me has my gut twisting.
I’ve had too much time to think.
“What took you so long?” I hold my hand out for the file he has in his hand.
He chucks it to my desk, and I flip open the first page before it has even stopped moving. “Mason.”
“What’s this?” I hold up the first sheet of paper.
He lifts his chin, swallowing thickly. “A death certificate.”
