“I was on a date with Cody,” I murmur. “It went really well.”
“You mentioned that.”
I sigh. “Then he was arrested for murder.” I swing my legs to the floor. “Murder, Connie. Do you think he did it?”
She sits back in the chair across from me and quirks a brow.
“What?” I ask.
“Doyouthink he did it?”
I lean back, closing my eyes. Cody is many things, but he wouldn’t kill Randy.Well… the Cody I used to know wouldn’t.“He’s a trained killer.” I realize how wrong that sounds as I say it.
Connie scoffs. “Yeah, of terrorists and in war.”
“You’re right. I don’t know why I said that.”
“Because you’re scared. You’re falling for him again, and then this happens.”
She’s right. I am scared. I called Rover last night, and he assured me he’d take it from there. Not knowing what else to do, I drove straight to Connie’s.
“Thank you for being here for me last night. I hope I didn’t ruin your plans.”
She laughs. “You really don’t remember?”
I think back and remember a half-dressed man. “Oh no. There was a man here. What happened to him?”
“I took a raincheck.” She smiles at me. “My friend comes first.”
“Thank you. You really are a lifesaver.”
“Yep. I am.”
“But wait, you finally found a man to bring back to your place? That’s huge, Connie.”
She shrugs. “Honestly, he wasn’t that great. You did me a favor.”
I rub my temples. “He was half naked, so he must have done something right.”
She shakes her head. “It was a weak moment for me. It’s been a long time. But enough about that. Now, what are you going to do about Cody?”
That’s a good question. What am I going to do?
First, I should probably check on him, make sure he’s all right and that Rover followed through. Then I’ll find out how he could have been charged with the murder of my student.
One thing at a time.My cell phone rings.
I cringe and then glance around. “Where’s my purse?”
Connie leans over and grabs it from behind the potted plant next to her. “Here.”
I dig through it until I retrieve my phone and check the screen. My father. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping the ringing will stop. When it doesn’t, I know if I don’t answer, he’ll keep calling back.
I sigh heavily and then answer. “Hello?”
“Good morning, beautiful. I was hoping to take my daughter out for breakfast.”
His mood puts me on alert. My father is never this happy. “You sound awfully chipper. What’s going on?”
