“Might as well spit out it.”
“Did you know?” Vaughn said flatly.
Ivy didn’t understand.
“Know what?”
“Did you know that Tristan was behind all these murders?”
“No,” Ivy said immediately. “I had no idea.”
Vaughn stared at Ivy. Probably tried to use his cop instincts or whatever to try and figure out if she was lying.
Ivy didn’t break her gaze, and Vaughn was the one who averted his eyes first.
Ivy drank. So did Vaughn. She still wasn’t hungry, so Ivy just picked at her food.
“What are you going to do, Vaughn?” The words just came out, unplanned.
The detective took his time before answering.
“Never liked gossip.”
Ivy finally felt her face relax.
Maybe relationships borne out of high-pressure situations could work after all. ?
?Chapter 83
Sarah Kachinski metIvy in the doorway. No hands on hips this time, no dour expression. The woman was actually smiling. This was so unusual that Ivy found it slightly alarming.
“How is he?” she asked.
“He’s good—fine. Adjusting well to the new surroundings.”
Ivy waited.
But he ran away again? He’s missing?
She held her tongue.
“Great. How about you?”
“I’m fine, too. Much easier looking after one person than a whole building’s worth.” Kachinski suddenly grew uncomfortable. “About my salary—”
“It won’t be a problem.”
“You sure? Because it’s—”
Ivy smiled weakly.
“I’m sure. I just got promoted.”
“Congratulations, Dr.Reeves. And, again, if the salary becomes—”
“Please, Sarah. It’s fine.”
The woman’s smile returned.
