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“Cartwright, the AD is all over this. Fuck it up like your uncle, and I’ll personally see to it that you never make it to New York.”
That settled it for me. “Sure, boss.”
Dempsey shook his head. “Keep your head in the game, Cartwright.” He waved us off. “Now get outta here, you two.”
Neil and I left and took over the small conference room to work out a plan. The Bensons were fucking everywhere. They’d ruined my uncle’s life and gotten him killed. Now they were screwing with me. Again. They were a pestilence, but it seemed I had no choice.
Chapter 3
Kelly
At the endof the workday, I unlocked the drawer I kept my purse in and rummaged through the extra-large handbag I carried. It took a minute, but I found the eyeshadow I brought along for just such an emergency. A girl had to be prepared, and I could almost always find what I needed at the bottom of this bag. It hadninepockets, and I loved it so much, I’d bought a second one.
My cube neighbor, Evelyn, made do with a purse barely large enough for her phone and was always asking to borrow something I carried. To her, small and stylish were the way to go. But what was the use if you didn’t have what you needed when you needed it? Being prepared beat her way every day.
I checked the drawer after re-locking it. We’d had a rash of purse thefts a while back, and I wasn’t taking any chances with my black beauty.
I headed off to the bathroom, and Kirby walked in as I was finishing my first eye.
“What are we getting all pretty for?” she asked.
“Another SuperSingles date. Sooner or later I have to find the prince among the frogs.” A harmless lie.
“Want some professional help?”
“No thanks. I’m keeping it simple.” I wasn’t attempting anything like what she could do with makeup brushes.
“You know what you’re doing wrong?”
“You think it’s too dark?”
She looked at me through the mirror. “You need to try dating guys that do different things. Take a risk. Date somebody who isn’t in accounting.”
I’d expected makeup advice and gotten something entirely different.
“I’ve dated insurance guys.”
She pointed a finger at me. “Or insurance.”
“Accounting is safe. Ever hear of an accountant turning into a serial killer?”
She turned on the water to rinse her mug. “I have a nice cousin in Alexandria I could set you up with.”
“Yeah? What does he do for a living?”
She rinsed her mug again before answering. “Assistant mortician.”
“I’ll pass.” The idea of even shaking hands with a guy who’d been touching dead bodies made me cringe.
“He’s not a frog.”
I switched to my other eye. “Still pass.”
Mortician, give me a break.
She left, and I was alone again with my apprehension about tonight.
Ashley had promised me FBI protection. I owed it to Melinda to give this my best shot. This maniac had to be stopped.
