CHAPTER THIRTY
The next morning, Avery awoke with a feeling of anxiety, stress, and loneliness. Everything in her life seemed like it was a mess. Rose refused to answer her calls, Ramirez barely talked to her after the animal-sacrifice affair, she had no more leads, and worst of all, it was an official work day, which meant she had to head to the office.
She’d only had one drink the night before, and she’d gone to bed relatively early, but Avery felt like she was hungover. A pair of sunglasses hid her bloodshot eyes. She pulled a black blazer over a blue shirt.
The person that stared back at her in the mirror, despite the glamorous makeover, appeared just as tired and depressed.
Great, Avery thought. The perfect start to the day.
The A1 was bustling with action that morning, a spill-o
