Marcus’s words ring loud through the car, and I slip off my sunglasses. How many times has he said this? “I won’t!” I say in frustration. “You get behind the wheel and be ready to drive away as soon as you see me leave. I’ve got this all under control.” “What are you going to say when you get inside?” “Don’t worry about it, Marcus.” I don’t feel like repeating my plan in full detail. I have a mission to accomplish and I want to get in and get out. I open the car door and walk to the building like I’ve done the past two days. Intern Thomas Grant is back; he’s just a couple of hours late. And today, he won’t let himself be sidetracked by Claire Peters. He’s on a mission. I climb the stairs to the front door and slowly let myself inside. I glace back at Marcus and he’s staring right at me. He shows no emotion, but I know he thinks I’m crazy. Hell, I am crazy for doing this, but the high of showing Birch what I’m made of is too much. I walk inside and am instantly greeted by Laurel.
