Chapter NineThe clock on the microwave screams at me, we're probably going to be late. My head pounds, and the anxiety in my chest is unbearable. I stand against the kitchen counter, tapping my foot. Kam and Brock insist on joining me on my coffee date with Vincent. Though I'd never admit it aloud, I'm grateful for their embarrassing intrusion. I wait impatiently for Kam while Vincent's words play on a loop in my head. You're making this too easy. My body wants to pace the floors like a caged lion, yet somehow, I'm able to plant my feet firmly on the kitchen tile.
The press conference Agent Reese had promised took place an hour ago. A replay of the entire thing is blaring from the TV in the other room. It had been conducted by none other than Agent Reese himself. I picture the stern, stra
