Race had been glued to her phone during business hours.
“Everything is fine,” she reassured me as we walked toward the building.
“Hey, Morgan,” Angel greeted us.
“Hey, Angel. Is Thomas in his office?” I placed my hand on the small of Race’s back just because I could.
Race didn’t try to escape my touch—she stood still at my side.
“Yeah. He’s expecting you. Go on back.” Angel’s eyes dropped to my arm.
“Thanks,” I said as I guided Race down the hallway, my hand still on her lower back. “All the way at the end.”
“I remember,” she said, walking slow enough to keep the contact between us. “Who is she?”
I looked down at Race, confused. “Who? Angel?”
She looked away, staring down the hallway. “Yes.”
“She’s Thomas’s girl.” She was jealous.
“Oh,” she said as her eyebrows shot up. “Well, that’s nice.”
I stopped walking, turning her body toward me. “Are you jealous, Race?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head but still not looking me in the eye.
“Do you always lie so much?”
She crossed her arms, becoming defensive. “No,” she snapped, finally glancing up at me.
“Sure. But I know when you’re not telling me the truth.”
She gnawed on her lip. “Can we drop it?” she asked, moving her hands to her sides.
When we arrived at the door, I leaned forward, invading her personal space. “You’re hiding something, and I need to know what it is. I expect you to tell me when we’re done meeting with Thomas.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor as her shoulders sagged. “Okay,” she whispered as I opened his door.
“Hey, T,” I greeted him, helping Race sit before I took the seat next to her. “Find anything out?”
He turned his attention to his computer. “I was able to figure out the name of his cousin using an obituary and college records. I haven’t moved past that yet. His name is—”
A knock on the door caused him to stop mid sentence. “Thomas,” a voice said from the other side.
“Come in, Sam,” Thomas called out.
I turned to catch a glimpse of the infamous Sam.
Sam slid the sunglasses to the top of his head as he looked around the room. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He was a tower of a man, with wide shoulders, cropped hair, and a fit physique.
Thomas walked toward Sam with an extended hand. “You aren’t. Sam, this is Morgan, another member of ALFA PI.”
Sam gave me a quick nod. “Nice to meet you, Morgan.”
“Sam.” I returned the nod.
“I’m excited to start working. It’s great to be home again.”
