A*SOLUTION
It wasn’t the first time a woman had slammed a door in my face, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last, but I wasn’t prepared to give up without a fight. I went looking for her at the club with a Riot Fest pass in hand as a peace offering.
“I told you, she’s not working tonight!” Evelyn said in exasperation after I’d pestered her for almost an hour. “You’re obsessed.”
“I am not.”
“You are.” Evelyn insisted. She filled a pitcher in the bar’s sink. The water smelled like iron. The whole bar area smelled like stale blood. It was a Wednesday night and if Melody was working then she was doing a good job of avoiding me. “C’mon, you wouldn’t be hanging around if it was anybody else and you found out they had kids: you hate kids.”
“I don’t hate kids; I’m just not looking t
