The Ex File (Behind the Blue Line Series Book 1) by Craig Alexis D

Author:Craig, Alexis D. [Craig, Alexis D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Published: 2015-02-06T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Quiet made Ellie supremely nervous. Like passing a lovely winter’s night in the Stanley Hotel nervous. And that was how she’d described her weekend since the overblown covert op/dinner disaster: quiet, disturbingly so.

She wasn’t sure what she’d expected the blowback to be from her fight with Pia. Her scratches had faded pretty quickly, and fortunately with very little comment from her coworkers. Even Sean had taken the news of their scuffle with surprisingly good humor, once he got past Josh’s spectacularly bad plan and even worse execution.

Ellie was glad she’d decided to go to him after she left the restaurant. She was sure that his hearing the news from her, no matter how screwed-up it was, had saved her a lot of unintentional heartache and headache. No matter how hard explaining herself to him had been, she knew in her soul that it was infinitely easier than having to explain herself after Pia had finished inundating him in her crocodile tears.

The hell was she thinking? She didn’t fight over guys. Ellie knew she was beyond that. It was juvenile, ridiculous. Hysterically funny when she replayed the images in her mind, the screeching, the clawing, the lipstick flying. But that was not her. She was not the knockdown, drag out brawling type, but she’d been pushed, pursued, trapped.

Her whole life, she’d found ways around conflict, even if it meant curling up in a ball and waiting out the blows. There was no such place as against the wall, at least there hadn’t been until that night. She came out swinging, and while she wasn’t proud she’d been brought to that place, it was somewhat freeing to know she could hold her own once she arrived. She walked away once from what she wanted, and she would be damned if she did it again, even if that meant clashing now and then with her nemesis.

All of which made the quiet more nerve wracking. Pia had been bested, a fate which had most likely never befallen her before, and she’d be back. Her type always came back. Harder, stronger, meaner. And it was only a matter of time until she returned for round two. She shuddered to think what form her malice would take.

Her desk phone ringing as soon as she sat down on Monday had her practically jumping out of her skin. Fortunately, it was easy to slide back into the rhythm of phone calls, reports, and daytime television. Josh hadn’t even called her since Thursday night, but she’d chalked that up to still being mad because she’d stuck him with the hot gooey mess that was Pia in tears.

By her lunchtime, she was tired of theft of city-owned trash cans and a litany of people who’d never emotionally progressed beyond the third grade. Stepping out on the roof to enjoy her lunch, she made her way over to the single patio table with an umbrella out there. The view of the wholesale district was lovely, straight north a few blocks

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