Chapter Twenty-Four
Blake drummed his fingers on the table and glimpsed at his watch while listening to his phone ring in his ear, waiting for his partner to answer.
“Something is wrong,” he said, before Keane even had a chance to say hello.
“What?”
“She’s not here,” Blake said, leaving his seat to head for Cupid’s door. He’d been waiting here for too long, and nothing felt right. Something in the air made him edgy.
“Who? Molly? Where is she?”
“I don’t know,” Blake said.
“Could she have stood you up?” Keane asked.
“Not like this,” he said. “Not today, she knew I was worried.”
Blake pulled open the restaurant door, and the person who crossed his path was somehow familiar. The figure stopped and returned Blake’s stare, telling him that the feeling was mutual.
The recognizable stran
