JOSIE
As it turns out, Cynthia is a statuesque, athletic blonde who grins hello when she sees Jake. My thoughts immediately go the route of a crushing teenager: is this the girlfriend? The wife? I didn’t see a ring but that doesn’t really mean anything…
Stop it, Josie. You barely know the guy and you’re getting possessive?
“Hi.” I force a smile, holding out a hand.
She clasps it firmly, pumps once and lets it go. “Hey, kid. Heard you were having a shitty day. What does this asshole after you look like again?”
“Six foot, maybe three hundred pounds, messy red hair and beard, trench coat, trilby hat, pale, dramatic.” I can’t remember his eye color suddenly. The color of his teeth is more memorable.
She sees my expression and sets her jaw, nodding. “Nobody like that is getting near you,
