Chapter 28

"Warrawarra," Evalena stated flatly, making an impressive job of rolling R's and pouring coffee simultaneously. She took a look at me. I had shown up at her door unexpectedly-well, sort of, since she always knows anyway-earlier that morning. I had barely managed to take a shower and put on some jogging clothes and sneakers. I had tied my wet hair into a braid, hidden it under a ball cap, glanced one more time at the phone, wondering where Gabe could be at the moment, and rushed out the door in search of answers.

The fact that coffee came with Evalena's advice was a pleasant extra bonus. I scooped three teaspoons of sugar and added cream to my cup. "You were saying?" I asked her, bringing the cup up to my lips.