Chapter 18
Friday
By mid-morning Friday she’d managed to cross off another name from Nathan’s past, and Lizzie set her sights on tracking down the last two that had caught her attention.
She cleared her previous searches, typed in the next to last name she’d found, and pressed ‘enter’. Then she stood, stretched, grabbed her empty coffee mug, and headed to the breakroom for a refill.
Nathan was standing in front of the breakroom coffeemaker with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.
“Uh oh. Did we run out again?”
“Worse,” he growled. “This damn thing quit working.”
She paled. “No.”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, and angrily shoved his hands into his front pockets. “Which sucks.”
“Completely. What do we do?”
“No worries,” came a voice from the doorway.
They both turned and watched
