Prime Time by Ryan Hank Phillippi

Author:Ryan, Hank Phillippi [Ryan, Hank Phillippi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin

Chapter Fourteen

I

trudge up the basement steps to the station lobby, thinking this day just couldn’t get any weirder. Wrong again.

Sitting there, in one of the lobby’s puffy oyster-colored, fake leather chairs, is Melanie Foreman.

She’s wearing sunglasses and clutching her coat around her. Her face is so hidden in a black wool scarf I almost don’t recognize her.

“Melanie?” I say. “What’s…?”

She leaps up, looking spooked and on edge, and clutches my arm.

“Charlie,” she whispers. “I’ve been waiting and waiting for you. Franklin’s not here and no one seemed to know where you were. They told me to come back later, but I figured you would have to be back at some point, and then the guard at the desk said it was all right for me to sit here, and…”

Even through her darkened lenses, I can see her eyes dart around as if she’s looking for someone.

“I need to talk to you about a phone call I got this morning.” She takes off the sunglasses, and I see her face is red and puffy. “I really do.”

I put my arm across her shoulders and glance around the room. What is she looking for? Or whom?

“Let’s go upstairs to my office,” I say, trying to sound soothing. “It’s private, and you can tell me all about it.” I look outside at the alleyway in front of the station. It’s a tow-truck trap—they’ll nab you if you’re parked there too long. “Did you park in the alley?”

At this Melanie bursts into tears. “No, I don’t have a car. Not anymore.”

Of course. Her car was destroyed when her husband was killed. In it. Charlie the idiot.

She looks up at me, her elegant face contorted in sorrow. “Can we just go upstairs?”

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