“You’re finished,” Lucas says through clenched teeth. He tightens his hold on Adam’s wrist.
“Ouch. Let me fucking go.” He attempts to shift out of Lucas’s grasp.
Lucas holds on for a few more, what must be painful, seconds and releases him.
“Let’s go, Rainey.” He wraps an arm around me and we walk out of the exhibit room.
I swallow hard.
“That son of a bitch. If we weren’t in a museum, I’d have beat him to a pulp.” I look up at him to see a vein throbbing in his temple.
I glance around and see a man seated behind the information desk. “Come with me,” I tell Lucas.
We reach the older gentleman. “How can I help you?” he asks.
“I’d like to see the director,” I tell him.
After reporting Adam to his boss for inappropriate behavior, we walk out of the museum, and I feel one hundred pounds lighter.
“I am finished with him.” I wipe my hands together as if ridding myself of Adam Roberts for good.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Rainey
Ilook acrossthe room at Kaylee.
She looks back and shakes her head, then shrugs.
I run my fingers through my hair and let out a scream of frustration. “How can this be happeningagain?”
We’re supposed to be putting together gift bags with the swag and merch I’d ordered for the anniversary party. Instead, I have tissue paper everywhere in the back, empty bags with the Thunder logo, and nothing to put inside them. None of the ordered items arrived at the beginning of the week the way they were supposed to. I waited another few days and they still haven’t shown up.
I draw a deep breath and take control. “I’ll call the Thunder PR office and ask where their merch is,” I say.
“And I’ll call the retailers we ordered the glasses and other swag from and ask when they sent everything out.” Kaylee picks up her phone and I do the same.
We discover the boxes were shipped and their tracking number says they’ve arrived. Except they haven’t.
“Ashlynn?” I call out. “Can you come in here?”
She walks in, looking tired, bags beneath her eyes. I hadn’t seen her when she came in and I’m worried about her.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“I know Kaylee and I have been in and out while working the last few days. Did you sign for any deliveries and forget to tell us?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I always check them off based on what we’re expecting on the computer. You can see everything I logged in.”
I nod. “I assumed that was the case but we’re missing shipments, so I needed to ask.”
“Sorry,” she says in a soft voice.
“Are you okay? I don’t mean this badly, but you look exhausted. Is there anything we can do?” I gesture between myself and Kaylee.
“My grandfather is sick and I was at the hospital late the last couple of days.”
I glance at my partner and as if reading my mind, Kaylee nods.
