Chapter 132: Back in New York

It was midnight when Poppy’s Uber dropped her off in front of her apartment building. Heaving a heavy sigh as she looked up at the stone facade of the pre-war edifice, she slung her bag over her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her as she made her way up the front steps.

As quietly as she could, she made her way down the hallway to her door. The stress of the last two days plus eight hours of commercial air travel had drained her.

In her head, she rehearsed her phone call to Dana for when she called out sick in the morning. It wasn’t ideal, but it would buy her time as she considered what to do about the less-than-ethical dealings Sloan & Howell had wrought in Idaho.

As she leaned over to put her key in the lock, her bag slid off her shoulder and knocked over her suitcase with a resounding bang.

“Shit!” she muttered as her key slid into the lock.