I’d told her as much, but I never mentioned where I’d gotten the money from. Helen shook her head and dipped it down to capture my lips between her own. Reaching her, I crouched in front of the scared woman and placed my hand on hers. I’m the only one that matters right now.”
She watched my hand through her wild mat of golden brown hair as if it were a cobra and literal minutes ticked by in complete silence. Helen placed her hands on the sides of my face and directed my gaze to hers, “Marcus, don’t worry too much about it. It looked more artistic than sloppy. What should I tell them? Until a few days ago, I’d responded by being intimidated. Since she and I had the closest relationship, I would have expected at least one call from her already. Pay her off! I could hear her furiously typing away at a keyboard. Her head hung, and she wouldn’t look directly at me; she sniffled and swiped at her nose.
