Katelina did as instructed. She didn't know what would happen if someone asked her about Jorick. She could lie, but she couldn't shield her thoughts. If Jorick had been smart he'd have left her in the dark instead of letting her compromise his plan.
She jolted, disgusted at her own thoughts.
Back in the apartment, she tried to watch TV. The cable was out. The phone didn't work, not that there was anyone to call. The restaurant was in shambles and she was hungry. Verchiel's coat hung over one of the chairs. The sight of it brought back memories; not just the fight but Jorick and Jamie's private conversation. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. How dare he betray her like that!
It was after midnight when the door opened. She started, prepared for Jorick, but it was Verchie
