Chapter 4
When I’d made it about half-way past the covered alley and into the wider space, the door numbers indicating I was close to my destination, my phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out from the side pocket and looked at the caller ID. My lips lifted in a faint smile.
“Hey, Darcy, what are you doing awake at this time?”
My words seemed to echo and boomerang back to me. I grimaced.
“Wasn’t last night your nine PM to four AM shift at the bar?” I added in a whisper because speaking loud felt almost disrespectful here. I had no idea why Darcy insisted on going to college, managing the antique shop, and moonlighting as a bartender. Considering what I paid her, she didn’t need a second job, but I’d given up on pointing that out.
“Just checking to make sure you’re okay,” the young wom
