I headed to the bathroom, however, while she went to fetch what I assumed was the food.
As I got into her bathroom, I had to smother a smile as I saw all the girly pink that wasn’t anywhere else in her house.
Even her toothbrush was pink.
I noticed that she also had pink shampoo and conditioner bottles.
Did the “I only wear black” girl have a pink fetish?
I doubted she would confirm if I asked her, so I stayed silent and did my business.
I came back out to see her frowning down at the food.
“What?”
“I didn’t order this.”
I walked—limped—over and peered into the bag. “This is Mexican. My usual order.”
“I didn’t…”
I picked the food up and noticed something dark hidden under the corner of one of the napkin packets.
There were four sets of disposable silverware packets in the bag, but two of them looked different than the others. And one had something dark and black in the plastic wrap that shouldn’t be there.
I pulled the packet out and stared at it.
It wasn’t anything special, really. Just a black plastic something or other, but I knew instantly that it was a bug of some sort.
I pulled my phone out and texted Apollo.
Me:
Who just delivered food to Calli’s place?
Apollo answered instantly.
Apollo:
Your neighborhood FBI agent.
Anger started to ignite my blood.
Nineteen
New rule. You’re not allowed to work longer than the number of hours you slept the night before.
—Calli’s secret thoughts
CALLIOPE
“What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as he dropped the phone down onto the bed and snatched up the food.
“Give me a second,” he said as he walked outside with the food and tossed it into the yard.
The food hit with a thunk, and I raised a brow at his move.
Seemed a bit overreactive but…
