“I said almost. But that’s just a formality.”
“What you talking about, Joynetta?”
“You saw that white man in my station?”
“Every man in your station was white.”
“The older guy in the bomber jacket.”
Contessa didn’t remember, but that was beside the point. “What about him?”
“He said whenever I’m in Chicago to come by his office. He’ll get me a job. Or at least try to.”
Contessa knew there was a catch. “What kind of job?”
“He didn’t say.”
“Girrl.”
“Not that kind!”
“How do you know if he didn’t say?”
“Because he’s not that kind of dude. Trust and believe.”
Contessa exhaled. Joy thought she knew the world living in little Bridell, but she didn’t know shit. “Where in Chicago this job supposed to be?”
She handed her the card.
“Skeffington PR. What’s that?”
Joy shook her head. “I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s a company, that’s what it is.”
“But what do they do there?”
“I have no idea, Tess. But it’s inside an office. He just gave me the card two minutes ago.”
Contessa was turning the card over and back on the front side. “What’s his name? His name isn’t even on this card.”
“His name is William, okay?”
“William what?”
“I don’t know. He just said William. Why you asking me all these questions?”
“You’d better ask yourself these questions too.”
Joy exhaled and settled back down. “I know. And I hear what you’re saying. But he’s harmless. He won’t hurt me like that. He’s not like that.”
“Said the woman talking about the serial killer.”
“Contessa!”
“But how do you know what he’s like? You’ve only been around him for what? Thirty minutes?”
Okay okay. I get your point. But I can take care of myself. You best believe that.”
“So when are you going?”
