"You're serious?" I asked. Broadrick came to stand beside me because, of course, he needed to be here to see my shame. Why not?
Mrs. Mets tapped her foot on the porch. "Absolutely."
I wanted to argue. What if my money was in my apartment? She'd have to let me in to get it. Did she think I had rent money in my pocket?
I did, but that wasn't the important part.
Broadrick reached for his wallet, and I lost my resolve to argue with her. I'd win the fight with Mrs. Mets but lose one with the SEAL.
"No, you don't," I said and slapped Broadrick's hand away from his back pocket.
I reached into my tank top and grabbed the folded over envelope from Mrs. Coogs. The skin under the now missing envelope instantly chilled. Damn it. Paying my rent would take most of my pay from finding Brent.
