Chapter Nine
Damn it. Eliza had forgotten that Freddie was coming by to collect his paycheck that morning. Right, no reason to panic. Don’t let him see that he still gets to you. Just give him the check and send him on his way.
“One second,” Eliza said as she retreated into the house to pick up her checkbook. Freddie stood outside the door awkwardly, but she wasn’t about to let him into her home again.
She emerged from the living room and handed him a piece of paper with a rather generous amount, which she scribbled on just to get rid of him sooner.
“I was supposed to be paid in cash,” Freddie insisted in a low drawl. His words were partially slurred and his vacant look suggested that he was going through some sort of d**g-induced hangover.
“I don’t have any cash on me. I’ve written y
