"I've got things to take care of, Eva.
Give me a break."
"Sure thing.
How about now?" I hung up and dropped my phone back into my bag.
It began ringing again immediately and I ignored it, my blood simmering.
When the Bentley pulled up beside me a few minutes later, I kept walking.
It followed, the front passenger window sliding down.
Angus leaned over.
"Miss Tramell, please."
I paused, looking at him.
"Are you alone?" "Yes."
With a sigh, I got in the car.
My phone was still ringing nonstop, so I reached in and shut the ringer off.
One block later, I heard Gideon's voice coming through the car's speakers.
"Do you have her?" "Yes, sir," Angus replied.
The line cut out.
"What the hell crawled up his ass and died?" I asked, looking at Angus in the rearview mirror.
"He's got a lot on his mind."
Whatever it was, it sure wasn't me.
I couldn't believe what a jerk he was being.
He'd been curt on the phone the night before, too, but not rude.
Within a few minutes after I arrived at work, Mark came up to my cubicle.
"I'm sorry to hear about your roommate," he said, setting a fresh cup of coffee on my desk.
"Is he going to be all right?" "Eventually.
Cary's tough; he'll pull through."
I dropped my stuff in the bottom drawer of my desk and picked up the steaming mug with gratitude.
"Thank you.
And thanks for yesterday, too."
His dark eyes were warm with concern.
"I'm surprised you're here today."