Exploited (Zero Day #1) by A. Meredith Walters

Author:A. Meredith Walters [Walters, A. Meredith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2017-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Hannah

Why was picking out a suitable outfit so difficult? Maybe because my clothing choices were woefully insufficient.

I grumbled as I pawed through boring shirts and even more boring skirts. Nothing was right.

How did one dress when playing spy? Should I wear all black and a balaclava? I could tell Mason I was into role-playing.

I rolled my eyes and kept searching through my dismal outfits.

I was almost relieved when my phone rang. It gave me an excuse to stop obsessing about wardrobe options. But when I glanced at the screen I saw a number I didn’t recognize. I thought about ignoring it. I didn’t have time for phone calls. I had to get ready to go to Mason’s.

But curiosity had me answering it.

“Hello?”

A pause.

“Hi, Hannah.”

My stomach fell and I dropped the shirt I had been holding onto the floor.

“Why are you calling me?” I demanded, not taking time for pleasantries. I didn’t ask how she had gotten my number because Rose Norris could find anyone if she wanted to.

“Wow, that was to the point, Han. No ‘Hey, how’s it going?’ Or ‘What have you been up to for the last decade?’ ” Rose asked blandly. Emotionless as always.

“If you wanted to engage in small talk, you would have called a long-ass time ago. Clearly you want something. Or at least want to tell me something. So get on with it.” I abandoned the search for an outfit and went to the kitchen, reaching for the bottle of wine in the cupboard. I was going to need alcohol to talk to Rose. Otherwise I’d end up screaming.

“We’ve never been good at small talk, have we?” she said, then laughed. It made me want to growl in frustration.

“Rose, I’m busy. I have things to do. Tell me what you want to tell me or I’m going to hang up.” We were way past being nice to each other. There was too much history. Too much baggage. She wasn’t the sort of person you put on pretenses with. She’d rip through them each and every time.

“Fine. If you’re going to be like that. There’s a lot of chatter about you lately. Lots of speculation. What’s going on?”

I didn’t need clarification as to what she was talking about. I understood her half sentences and vague questions. Once upon a time I had been fluent in Rose-speak. I guess I still was.

Talking to her brought up memories. Too many of them. And with them came the familiar anger.

After years of radio silence she dared to storm back into my life with too many questions. Too many demands.

I should freeze her out. It was what she deserved.

Yet I couldn’t hang up. Not yet.

Not until I knew why she was there, ready to bulldoze her way into my life after I had decidedly shut her out years ago.

“I don’t want to hear this, Rose,” I muttered, turning on the lights. Drinking wine in the dark was pathetic.

Drinking wine in the dark while talking to my ex-friend was just downright depressing.

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