She worked in the central office. She could go down to the control room.
That smug little twist on Miska’s mouth made my blood boil.
“I think you’re misunderstanding me,” I said through clenched teeth, fighting not to disrespect her because that would only make it worse.
“Oh, please. I know the eccentric types like you, Miss Savannah. Always playing the victim.” I balled my fists until my knuckles went white.
I had to press my lips together hard to keep from blowing up my own life.
“Don’t be so hard on her,” Miska purred, soft-voiced, saying goodbye to the woman like they were friends. “Look at her. She’s about to cry.”
I wanted to accuse them so badly, but I had no proof.
I needed to calm down. Think. Be smart.
But when Miska passed close enough to lean in and pour her poison stra
