Chapter Nine
Kara
Janelle Russo’s office was located at the west end of town, on the second floor of an office building done in adobe-colored stucco to coordinate with Sedona’s ubiquitous Southwest vibe. Even the McDonald’s a few blocks down the street had a set of teal-colored arches rather than the regulation gold.
I’d driven, although Grayson had offered. The motorcycle was one thing, but I would rather he stayed out from behind the wheel of my Prius, just in case. Besides, as I’d pointed out to him, I already knew where we were going.
So he’d shrugged and finished clearing away the rest of the breakfast dishes. Apparently, he’d been serious about pitching in around the house as a way of paying off his perceived “debt” to me.
Well, if he didn’t want to feel like a kept man, I could
