Watching, I felt my gaze narrow. "Whydidyou tell us, anyway?"
Bianca hesitated. "Maybe I'm a nice person."
"Or maybe," Bishop told her, "you're hedging your bets, playing both sides."
With a huff, she dropped her hand. "Jeez, why is everyone so cynical? Maybe I'm just trying to do the right thing."
I almost laughed. "Yeah. And maybe I'm the Queen of England."
Already, Bishop was heading toward the doors. Bianca turned to scramble after him. Across the distance, I heard her say, "I'll help you look."
He didn't even pause. "No. You won't."
Silently, I watched until they disappeared from sight, and then, I checked the clock on Pete's desk.
Just as I'd suspected, it was time to get ready for work. I tried to look on the bright side. If nothing else, it would be a break from all the drama, a place to pass the lonely hours while waiting for Jake, a chance to forget all about missing cell phones and rocky relationships.
Or so I thought.
