11
Kira woke up the next morning to find Trevor already waiting in the living room.
“Well?” he demanded as she walked past him toward the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast.
She poured a bowl of cereal and settled on the couch. “Well, what?”
She ate a spoonful, trying to ignore the curious looks Rob was pretending not to send her from behind his laptop screen.
“Are you going to tell us what happened with Lover Boy?” Trevor asked. “Is there an actual case?”
Even though Trevor had still been in the apartment last night when she had gotten home from her meeting with Jeff, Kira had insisted on some time alone. She had spent pretty much the entire day in someone else’s company. She had needed a chance to process and go over everything that had happened with both Clarissa’s case and her
