Where is Storm? Storm’s tardiness was so out of character that my fingers trembled as I took a large gulp of tequila. I snorted, thinking about our earlier phone conversation. There was no way in hell she was actually serious about me attending this meeting without her. She couldn’t be. Not after I specifically told her the last time I was around Detective Prick, I picked up some weird vibes. His emotional compass is not stable. I would crack under pressure if she wasn’t here. Shit! I was already cracking. I wasn’t proud to admit it, but I was desperate. I needed her. I frantically tapped out a text message to Storm. Where the hell are you? I’m not playing, Storm. Get your ass over here. Now!I waited. No response. My eyebrows furrowed. What the hell?Reason pursed her lips with displeasure while drumming her well-manicured nails against her desk. “So, Light, let me get this straight. She’s not coming to this meeting because she had some emergency?”Leaning back into the chair, I tried to refocus my mind by absorbing the sleekness of Reason’s pristine midtown Manhattan office suite.
