Maybe she could talk to Helen about it. But would the other woman want to go to the bar after what had happened in the alley?
Clara: My cousin and I are going to CJ’s tonight. You’re welcome to meet us there. Completely fine if you would prefer not to though.
Helen: No, CJ’s sounds good. When are you leaving?
Clara: Ten minutes.
Helen: See you soon.
There. Done. She’d tell Helen what she knew about Scarlett, and maybe even find out what had happened that night at the gathering, and then this guilt would finally lift off her shoulders. Because shedidfeel guilty that she hadn’t told them what Scarlett’s true profession was. She also felt guilty that she knew about the laced brownies and hadn’t said anything.
Maybe Helen and the others from the hospital would then find out who Scarlett worked for and let them know her less than ethical methods of getting information. It would get her fired, but that was something Scarlett would just have to deal with.
When her makeup was finished, she stepped into the hall just as keys rattled in the door. Then it flew open and Scarlett stepped in. Except, she didn’t look her usual cool, calm, and collected self. She was disheveled and her eyes were wide, almost scared.
Clara took a step toward her. “Scarlett…are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” The words were mumbled as she ducked her head and moved past Clara.
She was about to follow when the soft click of heels sounded behind her. She turned to see Indie standing in the still open doorway.
Her cousin lifted her brows. “Everything okay? I watched Scarlett race in here.”
“I’m not sure.”
She eyed Scarlett’s closed door. A part of her wanted to check on her roommate. But she was almost certain Scarlett wouldn’t open up to her. In fact, she’d probably yell at Clara to leave her alone.
She shook her head. “It’s not my business. Let’s go.” She grabbed her purse from the hall table and stepped outside.
Indie glanced back at the house. “Is Scarlett still moving out?”
“I gave her two weeks to find a place. I wouldn’t know how it’s going though, because she doesn’t talk to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Clara shook her head as she lowered into the car. “It’s okay. I tried, she didn’t. Her loss.”
“Absolutely her loss.”
As Indie started the car, Clara opened her purse. Crap. She’d left her phone on her bedroom dresser.
“Sorry.” She looked up at Indie. “I need to run back inside for my phone.”
“Want me to come?”
“No, I’ll be quick.” Clara jumped out and jogged back to the house. She quickly grabbed her phone from her bedroom and stepped back into the hall, only to stop at rustling noises from the kitchen. She frowned at the sight of Scarlett rummaging through the spice drawer.
“Is everything all right?”
Scarlett jumped and turned. “I thought you left.”
“I did. I forgot my phone. Didn’t you hear me open the door?” She held up her phone as if to prove her point before scanning the spices that had been taken out. “Baking?”
“Yep.”
Clara nodded slowly. “You know, if you ever need someone to talk—”
“You should go, Clara.”
