Chapter 4

Mark’s roar came through the phone with a blast of static.

Behind it, I could hear the salesperson tapping at the counter, the terminal’s sharp decline tone sounding again and again, and Riley crying under her breath.

“Eileen! What did you do to my cards?”

His voice was nearly loud enough to split my eardrum.

“Where is the money? Where did the eight thousand dollars go? Riley is standing in front of three friends waiting to pick up the car. Where am I supposed to put my face now?”

I sat on the living-room sofa with a cup of fresh…