It occurred to me that Spinelli had not sent a single text all day. He had not called to check in, no flowers, nothing. I drove to the building that housed the P.I. office he and Sam shared but there was no one there. An eerie feeling was in the air as I looked at the dark surroundings.
Fear rushed through me and I grabbed my Blackberry to call him. I thought that something may be wrong as the call went to voice mail. When I looked the Messenger I realized he was active, wherever he was…. but had not attempted to speak to me.
I quickly got out of the dimly lit building and locked my doors as soon as I was safely in the car. I pulled out the phone again and typed "?" to him in the BB Messenger. I watched as the "D" for Delivered turned into an "R" and knew he had seen the message but did not respond. I quickly turned the key and listened to the engine do that stupid whirling noise.
I needed a new car. I had been promoted; I was driving around with a ring that cost more than the car. I DESERVE a new car. But this was the car Mac had given me, and if I had a car payment to worry about I would have to being so frivolous. I may even have to become frugal and have a budget. GAG. No thank you. My car will just continue to make the annoying noise, and Lady GaGa easily drowns out the sound.
I glanced back down at the phone, still no word from Spinelli. As much as I would like to be really ticked off, I am more worried about him. What if one of the Russians came back? What if he shot himself in the foot again? As I pulled into the garage at Jason's I took a little joy that I could park in Jason's spot. I saw Sam's car beside mine. She had style. I have more. I deserve a Mercedes too
I got on the elevator with one of the Morgan Goons and couldn't help but think some innocent girl would think this guy was cute if she met him at a bar. Little did she know she would be used as a bullet shield if a Mob War broke out. Ah, some poor girl…. like Lulu. Maybe Lulu denied her strength and it scared her. You wouldn't think Luke Spencer's daughter would feel guilt or disgust over hitting someone over the head bu then again. Nothing was right with that girl.
