My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
I inhaled slowly, like I was drawing the tension into my chest just to keep from exploding.
“The leaked documents… were they under her tasks?”
“Yes, but routed through robotics.”
My thoughts connected the dots faster than code.
“If she’s the snitch,” I muttered, “I’ll kill her myself.”
I dismissed Ivin, no longer in the mood for the treadmill. Or the gym. Or anything but whiskey and smoke thick enough to drown out the irritation clawing at me.
That’s when I heard it.
Why is Nova Screaming?
At first I thought she had the TV blasting, some ridiculous drama she drowned herself in.