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“Get outta here,” I cut her off before she drove me nuts.
She left and was replaced a minute later by Mr. Heiden, with his usual lack of greeting. “I need to visit my mother this afternoon,” he said.
“Give her my regards.”
He smiled. “Thanks, I will. Please give Nancy the SIM cards from Saturday, so she can start on them.”
My jaw dropped. By rushing me to change my purse, Adam had kept me from bringing in the SIM card envelope. Which luckily had also kept me from losing it to the purse thief. “Sorry, I left them at home.”
“Why’d you do that? Nancy needs to start transferring them today if we’re going to keep on schedule.”
My heart thumped loud enough to be heard across the room. “I meant to, but—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” His mood always deteriorated on days he went to visit his mom.
Silence on my part seemed like the best course.
His cell rang, distracting him from chopping off my head, or whatever he had in mind for me. “I have to take this. Just don’t forget them tomorrow.” He scurried off with the phone to his ear.
I sat down and took a few slow, deep breaths to calm my racing heart. His visit gave me a newfound appreciation for karma. Adam’s rushing me had possibly just saved my job. As mad as my boss was about me not having the cards this morning, that was nothing compared to how he’d likely react to having to repeat the entire Saturday inventory because they’d been in the purse that was stolen.
Chapter 26
Kelly
Because of a severe thunderstorm warning,we were told to leave early on Monday afternoon, or risk being locked in the building until the storms passed. So at four o’clock, I waited downstairs for Adam to arrive as the rain began.
Great.No purse meant no umbrella, among other things. My stomach felt as sour as my mood, and the rain outside only compounded it.
Out of nowhere, a soaked Adam came through the door.
“I didn’t see you pull up.”
“You called early, so I’m driving a different ride.”
“You have an umbrella?” I asked.
He held up his hands. “No such luck.”
I followed him outside as he jogged to the street through the downpour.
He stopped beside an old blue Chevy and pulled open the door with a loud squeak. He hadn’t been kidding when he saiddifferent ride. This prehistoric beast was half rust.
I slid in onto the vinyl bench seat, which was wet.
He closed the door and raced around to the other side.
The rain leaked in around the window of the convertible top on my side, so I scooted over to the center to avoid it. “This is your other car?”
“A Bureau undercover car.”
I searched for the other end of the lap belt and clicked it in place. It didn’t have shoulder belts. “You guys need a serious budget increase if this is the best you can afford. Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Mechanically it’s fine. It just looks like shit.”
I tried to ignore the moldy smell. “I beg to differ. Fine would include keeping the rain out and not smelling like a garbage can.”
“Well, there is that.”
