Michelle
I just wanted to talk to you about your husband, I said.
"So William is my supervising officer," I added, in my best attempt at a pleasant voice.
"Yeah," she said, smacking her lips together and flipping her hair. It was almost as though she was blowing her scent all over me, and boy, it was strong. It was the kind of scent that I knew would linger in my nose for several days if I didn’t leave soon.
"You know… hanging," she said, standing from her seat with her phone in hand. She left the restaurant, heading straight outside to call somebody.
How did this happen? Well, it started last night when Barry suggested that I go to her.
"Why?" I had asked.
"Like I said," he told me, "she’s not guarded like Fort Knox, and you don’t need any special security clearance to get there.
