Fatal Fried Rice by Vivien Chien

Author:Vivien Chien [Chien, Vivien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

CHAPTER 19

Adam and I lounged around my apartment playing with Kikko until it was time to meet up with Sabrina. As anxious as I was, I thought the time would pass slowly as it often does when you’re waiting for something. But surprisingly enough, it did not.

We left in separate cars around two-thirty and he told me that he would be situated in the parking lot of an adjoining TGI Fridays. Adam instructed me to go into the bathroom and call him right away if anything seemed strange or out of place.

As I drove, I thought about my upcoming meeting. It’s funny how two people can look at the same situation and see something totally different. It really does all come down to perspective. Though I could understand his point of view, it wouldn’t have dawned on me that something appeared strange about Sabrina contacting or approaching me after I left the administration office. But for him, it raised a red flag right away.

When I arrived at Hooley House, the parking lot was much fuller than I would have expected for a Sunday. I attributed it to some sports game that I wasn’t aware of.

I parked the car and nonchalantly skimmed the Friday’s parking lot to see if I could spot Adam, but no such luck. I knew he was there somewhere … watching me casually look for him and probably mentally channeling me to act natural.

When I walked in, I was greeted by a hostess and I let her know that I was waiting for someone. She told me another woman had just walked in a few minutes prior saying that she would be meeting someone and directed me to a two-seater off to the right side of the bar area.

Sabrina was facing the walkway and saw me approach, waving me over in case I’d missed spotting her. “Hi, Lana, thanks for meeting with me.”

“Sure, no problem,” I said, hopping onto the stool. “I appreciate you letting me know about what you’ve found.”

“Did you want to order anything?” she asked, fidgeting in her seat. “The bartender should be coming back in a few minutes with my drink.”

“I’m okay for right now,” I said. “I’m not much of a day drinker unless it involves mimosas.”

“Gotcha. Well, let’s just get into it then.” She reached for her purse and dug around, pulling out a white letter-sized envelope. “This is what was left in my locker.” She handed the envelope over for me to inspect.

“Um, maybe I shouldn’t touch that,” I said. “Fingerprints and all.”

She tilted her head at me. “Really? You think they’ll check for fingerprints?”

“Definitely.”

I thought I saw a flash of panic in her eyes, but I couldn’t say for sure.

“Okay, well I’ll just take them out for you then.” She opened the envelope and set down three photos and a wrinkled piece of notebook paper.

Two of the photos showed three people outside of Barton’s Adult Learning Center at what looked to be late at night. The quality of the picture was very grainy, so it was impossible to make out many details.

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