CHAPTER SIXJessica
I drained the last of my coffee, got up, and rinsed the cup. Am
I stretching this bit out too long? At some point, Alexis has to insist on
knowing what’s going on. Did I choose the right way to convince Swede to
tell her? Maybe I’d find the answers while taking a walk. The sun was
coming up, and it looked like another beautiful day in Boulder. A nice day to
work outdoors even.
I backed up my files, grabbed my shoulder bag and laptop—a nice
lightweight model my parents had bought for me—and headed out the door.
Before leaving, I stopped to retrieve the previous day’s mail.
Probably nothing but bills, so I had put it off. Looked like nothing but junk—a
blessing in its own small way.
As I sorted through the various flyers for stores where I
wouldn’t shop, coupo
