Truth & Consequences (Boston Latte Book 2) by Fiona Keane

Author:Fiona Keane [Keane, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-07-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The sun barely began its ascent over the gray Boston sky as I ventured out of the hotel, stealthily avoiding suspicious eyes. As far as anyone was concerned, Julian Molloy’s girlfriend was leaving the building. They probably had eyes and ears everywhere, inside and out.

I didn’t know where to go. My apartment wasn’t home anymore. Both that dump and Julian’s palace became murder scenes. Oh my God. Emma. I wanted to reach out to her and talk to her about Elliott, but I knew too much. In fact, I didn’t know enough. I didn’t know what story those criminals let release about Elliott’s downfall and, knowing he mixed with a dangerous crowd from elsewhere in Boston, I suspected theories would spread that I was somehow involved. And people know I’m with Julian. Was. Was with him. Well, never really was…wait…we were…but…oh, it’s only four-thirty, and I need a drink like no other. Coffee just wouldn’t cut it after an evening like my last. But it was clear I wasn’t prepared to handle Emma, so work was off my list of options, as was Julian’s home. Why am I even thinking of that place?

Standing in the snow, my feet chilled as they began to move. I started the long trek across the Common to my apartment. I couldn’t take a cab because I hadn’t a dime to my name. I also…great. No key. Again. Because when I’d arrived at that monstrous homage to excess, it was because Julian and Liam just killed Elliott and we weren’t allowed to stay there, so I had nothing. I continued to walk, regardless, assuming that somewhere between the Common and the hole I once called home, a plan would magically appear and solve the problem on my behalf.

My heart was a naughty beast. If I hadn’t been dedicated to breathing into my fists so my fingers wouldn’t fall off, I might have allowed it to let my brain think about all the heartbreaking confessions Julian made last night. However, fingers were the most important thing. I needed to keep my fingers. Love. Then and now. The hospital. Day five. Protection. Liam knew. A tattoo. His only love.

“Haven’t seen you for some time,” a gravelly tone called from the sidewalk, pulling my attention from the foggy haze of my memory. I hadn’t realized I made it back, my frozen toes and weary heart returned me to the scene of a murder, the beginning of my heartbreak. My real landlord stood on the sidewalk, fully dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a down coat while carrying a bag of salt in one hand, sprinkling the crystalline granules along the white cement.

“Hi, Mr. Stevens.” I was amazed at how easily conversation flowed from my lips, conversation with someone who wasn’t a Molloy, a Daly, a Young, or someone who hated me.

“Where’ve you been, kiddo? I stopped in for coffee the other day. The shop was closed. You’re not closing down, are ya?” He paused sprinkling as I approached, promptly rushing to hold the lobby door open for me.

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