EPILOGUE
Two months later
Another Wednesday afternoon, and Gio was nowhere to be found. That was three weeks in a row now. Jazzy hadn’t paid any attention to it the first few times she had visited him during her lunch break, but it was becoming a pattern. Now, of course, this could be something totally innocent, like him working at the soup kitchen or feeding cats at the animal shelter during those times, but she highly doubted that.
She decided to wait for him in his office. Gale offered her a cup of coffee. Jazzy liked the older woman. She wasn’t all dolled up like the rest of the women on the executive floor.
“Mr. Detta will be here at exactly two o’clock,” Gale said. Her tone held a hint of irritation mixed with amusement. “Exactly on time or too late, de
