Chapter Five
“Why are you interested in Sin?”
I turned and found myself facing the dark haired woman. She was standing close, raising her voice to be heard above the din, and boring holes into me with eyes that were perceptive and wary. She had her purse under her arm with her hand inside it. I feared that she might be reaching for a weapon, a gun or a can of pepper spray.
It was time for some sort of off the cuff remark that would defuse the situation, something clever and amusing that would win her over. I had yet to learn if she was a potential ally or a rival. The perfect comeback would come to me in the morning, but she wasn’t likely to wait that long.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Cindy was in the library earlier today.”
She grinned, reassured more by my self-consciousness than my
