"Oh yeah," Felicity said. "The way it sounded, she actually confessed tohiscrimes in hopes of getting him out." Felicity gave a snort of contempt. "Is that pathetic or what?"
It was something.
But pathetic?
No.
Not if it was true.
Holy fuck.
Was it?
I looked toward the house. "It's something."
Felicity was still talking. "So either she had this thing for a total criminal. Or shewantedto be locked up." Felicity giggled. "Maybe shewanteda prison gang-bang or something."
My gaze snapped in her direction. "What?"
At something in my expression, Felicity took a step backward. "Well, I just mean…" She cleared her throat. "What kind of girl does that?"
A girl like Anna, that's who.
When I said nothing in reply, Felicity said, "I brought one of the letters if you want to see it."
I did
And I didn't.
Again, I glanced toward the house.What had Anna done?
From a few feet away, the limo's engine suddenly fell silent. As we turned to look, the driver's side door opened, and the driver got out.
I recognized him right away. He was the same guy who'd made the last attempt to drop off Felicity and her luggage, back on the day that Anna had come to my house for the very first time.
A lot had changed since that day.I looked to Felicity.And a lot had stayed the same.
She glared at the driver. "What are you doing?"
The guy flinched. "I'm uh, wondering if you want me to go."
"What?" she snapped.
"Well, uh, you said I'd be dropping you off. So I'm just wondering if I should keep waiting or—"
"You know what you can do?" she said. "Take a hike."
He glanced toward the limo. "So, you mean leave, right?"
"No! I mean take a hike, literally." With a long-suffering sigh, she made little walking motions with her fingers. "Go take a walk or something. I'll call you when I need you."
"But—"
"Oh for fuck's sake," she said. "What do I have to do to get some privacy around here?"
I looked to the driver and said, "She'll be leaving in a minute. So if you want to wait in the car—"
Felicity whirled to face me. "It'snota car! It's a limo!"
