They took too much.
Left too little.
I had nothing to lose... until her.
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"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once." —Albert Einstein
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MIKHA
"So your girl is like totally loaded," Maloi says, plopping down beside me.
"You're looking into her financials?" I ask incredulously. "That's an invasion of privacy!"
"Meh, I just peeked. She's not a suspect or anything, so I'm not breaking any big rules."
"Just the law," I state dryly.
She grins. "I was recruited for my mad skills with computers and shutting down websites that shouldn't be open. I was placed up here for my forensics expertise. Never once was I wanted for my pristine moral compass. And it was just a little peek. Honestly. But seriously, she's like majorly rich. What's her house like?"
Groaning, I shake my head. Maloi definitely isn't FBI because she's a saint with a badge. She's FBI because it was prison or work with us.
"Don't tell anyone else you did this," I mumble, finishing up the last of the case file that is now ready for the DA.
"Duh," she says, smirking. "So what's her house like? I really want to know."
"Nothing flashy. It's a two-story white home that looks nice enough. She hasn't lived there long, so there's no art or anything on the walls. Floors are hardwood throughout, but no marble statues or gold banisters, if that's what you're asking. And her driveway looks like something out of Sleepy Hollow that doesn't at all match the sweet house at the end."
She frowns like she's disappointed. "I wanted mansions and swans in a lake. Damn. Why have all that money if you don't have a nice home?"
"Some people are humble, Maloi. I wouldn't have even known she was rich."
Talking about Aiah gets me thinking about her again after I've just stopped. I'm worried I'm demonstrating obsessive behaviors. Which I don't know if I like or not.
She hasn't answered my calls all day, and my texts haven't been responded to either. So I'm surprised when I finally get an answer.
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I didn't know she had a business phone or that she went on a business meeting. But I'm relieved to know I haven't been blown off.
"Is that her?" Maloi asks, reminding me she's still lurking.
"Go away, Loi. She doesn't have swans in a lake."
She mutters something about a waste before sulking and walking off.
I start to text her, but decide I'd rather hear her voice instead, so I call as I head out to my car.
"Hey!" she answers, sounding a little out of breath. "Again, I'm sorry. I was really busy earlier, and like I said, I didn't have my phone, and—"
