CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Becca Grant wiped down the bar as the last patrons tottered out of the Wicked Cat. Her hands smelled of bleach as she set her rag aside. She poured herself a drink, tears in her eyes. The ultramodern furnishings of the coffee shop and bar she had built from the ground up blurred before her. She took the rag and threw it at the front window with rage.
It had been three months since Cyrus disappeared. She had left him on the sidewalk in front of the Wicked Cat after arguing with Fontanelli. She hadn't even told him good luck. She was so irritated with Fontanelli that she couldn’t think straight. She had never forgiven herself for it.
She couldn't even hug her brother and tell him good luck on the very job that she had made him take?
She regarded her bitter beer.
She hadn
