Caught Sight Of Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I caught her staring and our eyes locked. What did I see in them?

I was looking at the frozen chicken fingers through the transparent glass door of the freezer when I glimpsed a reflection of a particular guy I knew. Jake. Stavros minion? Can’t it be? I thought. I looked again at the glass door of the freezer to check if he was still there, but he was gone. It must be my weird thoughts. I shook it off and got chicken fingers, crunchy potato wedges, and a bag of dumplings. I walked to the cashier to pay for my groceries, and I felt like someone was staring at me. My gaze swept around me, but just an old lady with her cart walking to the canned goods section.

“The scent…” She brought her wrist to her face, where a few hours earlier, Appy had dabbed a drop of essential oil—Casablanca lily—a whim, a gesture to connect her to the clue. She pressed that same spot on her wrist against the screen. For a moment, nothing. Then, a soft, blue light scanned her wrist. A hidden mechanism whirred, and a different panel slid open, revealing not a keypad, but a shallow indentation, perfectly shaped for a human throat.