NORA
The pest control worker scratches the back of his neck, glancing between Marcellus and me.
“The cockroach job, ma'am. The client wanted them released alive, then removed before the hotel noticed. Weird request, but I've seen stranger stuff."
My stomach sinks. "What?"
Marcellus takes a slow step forward. "I have absolutely no idea who you are."
The man frowns. "Sir, come on. We spoke yesterday."
"I've never seen you before."
The confusion on the man’s face changes to annoyance. "You paid cash. You specifically asked us to use cockroaches because—"
He scratches his beard, trying to recall. "—because your wife was terrified of bugs”
The pavement feels unsteady beneath my feet now.
I slowly turn towards Marcellus. He looks just as confused as I feel. I realize now that it’s al
