Now I knew he was good at his job.
Oh, and since we were working the job together and this necessitated communicating, I also now knew that he’d bought Daphne a ring. I further knew that the day of the Big Ask was this coming Saturday.
“And if you tell even a single Rock Chick, Ally, I’ll shoot you,” he’d warned me with a not-very boy next door look on his face.
So Matt could be badass.
Good to know.
I’d zipped my lips. He’d shaken his head. But I didn’t tell a single Rock Chick.
I was one of the girls.
But now I was also one of the guys.
How totally fucking righteous was that?
The one pall hanging over everything was the fact that neither Lee and his boys, nor Ren unleashing Lucky and Santo, had meant success in finding Snookie Rivers.
I tried to tell myself that he’d realized he’d been made and he’d found someone else to stalk. When I did this I didn’t believe myself, nor did I like the idea of him stalking someone else. So this concerned me and I was keen to have that situation done.
But Brody had a lock on my phone. I had devices in my car and purse, and they tracked me in the surveillance room at Nightingale Investigations all the time. Not to mention, I frequently saw Lucky or Santo hanging close.
So I was covered.
I still wished someone would find the sicko.
As I made my way to the elevator, I texted Ren with, In the building.
In the elevator on the way to our floor, my phone binged with, All right, honey.
I grinned, not caring that I had to check in (and frequently), with Ren. If it made him breathe easy, I’d do it. If I could do anything to make him breathe easy, I’d do it (mostly).
I exited the elevator, walked down the hall, opened the door to my offices and was confronted with World War III.
Namely, Daisy and Shirleen going at it.
“You’re makin’ me look bad!” Shirleen shouted, hands on hips, leaning across Daisy’s desk toward Daisy.
“So do the filin’, and not the kind you do to your nails!” Daisy shouted back, also with hands on hips doing the leaning thing.
Uh-oh.
I moved in, making sure the door swung closed, hoping that would drown out the noise.
“Ladies—” I began.
Daisy looked at me. “Just so you know, sugar, I got an appointment for fills, I do it on my lunch hour.”
“Suck up,” Shirleen snapped.
“I’m not suckin’ up!” Daisy snapped back.
Shirleen leaned back. “At least Shirleen don’t suck up.”
Daisy slammed a hand on the desk, her long nails (white with green glitter tips) clicking, and she screamed, “I’m not suckin’ up!”
Hmm.
That would filter into the hall.
Definitely.
Time to end this.
“Yo!” I shouted, and they both swung their eyes to me.
Okay. So. I didn’t get scared.
Shirleen and Daisy pissed with their eyes to me?
I had to admit. I felt it.
“Daisy isn’t a suck up. She doesn’t have to suck up. We’re a team,” I told Shirleen.
“See,” Daisy said snottily.
“Just like,” I put in quickly when Shirleen opened her mouth, “you’re a member of Lee’s team. You have your way of doing things over there.” I threw out an arm. “We have our way of doing things here.” I pointed to the floor.
