Haunting-Adeline

insists the loud clicking brings him peace.
And as much as it annoys me, we get so li le of peace in our daily lives.
So if a fucking obnoxious ass keyboard brings him some sort of semblance
of it, then I won’t give him shit.
Well, not too much, at least.
“Several senators and governors, along with a few A-list celebrit—ah
shit, is that Timothy Banks? Come on, don’t tell me he’s a part of this shit
too?!”
I roll my eyes, shaking my head at Jay’s theatrics.
“Jay,” I snap. “Focus.”
There are only a few cars ahead of me, so I don’t have much me to talk
un l I can get in and put the chip back in without anyone no cing.
I’m not walking past their security systems with it in my ear. I’d be shot
and killed right then and there.
“Sorry,” Jay mu ers, his voice now somber from finding out his favorite
actor is a pedophile.
“Really, Jay. We know a lot of celebri es are involved.”
“But, Tim Banks, man? Fuck. Anyways. There’s no one I can see at the
moment that is of high concern. Not any more than they already are,
considering you’re walking into a pit of pedos. Let me know when the chip
is back in, I’ll keep you updated.”
Just as it’s my turn, I pluck the earpiece from my ear and slip it deep into
an inner pocket with lead lining. Handing over my keys to the stone-faced
valet guy, I round the car and pause in front of Savior’s.
Snapping my jacket closed, I refrain from cracking my neck again. Tonight
is about making an impression. Others will know that I was friends with
Mark, and a er his unfortunate death, they will be looking at me.
Mark has spread my name around to plenty of his colleagues at this
point.
I may be new to Savior’s, but they’ve been expec ng me.