Waiting outside was a very nice black truck, one that's typically appointed to FBI agents. Same as Tommy's, I thought.
Jinx opened the door for me, letting me in the passenger seat, and went around to the other side to get in. We left.
"Dr. Kyle, would you like to stop for food? I know a good place, and I'm sure you haven't eaten much, considering the circumstances." I nodded.
"Sure." She smiled. We headed to a restaurant. It looked fancy to me with the white pillars on the outside of the building and about fifteen steps to get up to the doors.
When we arrived, she walked beside me up the concrete steps, holding the door for me at the top. We were seated immediately, and the waiter asked us for our drink order. Jinx ordered for both of us: a glass of white wine for me, and a cup of unsweetened tea. She must have noticed the suspicious look on my face, as she reached across the table and put her gentle hand on my arm.
"You deserve a break. Let loose a little, try to relax." I nodded.
"Sorry, I just have a lot running through my head." She laughed a bit.
"I can only imagine." Her laugh left my stomach feeling uneasy. Something seemed odd about her. That laugh sounds a little familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it...
"Um, I'll be right back, Lynx. Restroom. Do you mind?" She nodded.
"Of course, take as much time as you need." I looked her in the eye, and forced a small smile as I got up and shuffled towards the restrooms.
I thought to myself as I walked: Those eyes. I know those eyes. Where have I seen them? Where do I know them?
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Red Tiles
RomanceWhen a forensic anthropologist finds an entomologist dead in her office, she immediately becomes the prime suspect, and her team struggles to find evidence to prove her innocence. She soon finds herself in the hands of a dangerous stalker, but who...
