Jassy
I closed up the shop a few hours after talking to Agent McKesson on the phone. Wally, who was in back cataloging some new arrivals, agreed it was time to shut the place down, since there weren't likely to be any more customers.
Wally was a good man, not cranky or mean, or anything, and he never looked at me the way my Johns or the deli delivery guys did. He just treated me like any normal young lady off the street who happened to work for him.
“You doing okay, Andrea?” he asked, his voice warbling a little in that old man kind of way.
“Yeah,” I said, giving him a strange look. “Of course.”
“You just look a little,” he said, pausing to think of the word. “Distracted?”
I'd been thinking about Karl non-stop since Agent McKesson's call earlier in the day. The way his arms had felt
