“Rachel.”
His voice sounded strange.
“You need to come back here.”
“I don’t work there anymore.”
“I know.”
“Then why would I come back?”
“Because I reviewed yesterday’s security footage again.”
He paused.
“And you are not going to believe what she left for you.”
I sat upright.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just come down here.”
Twenty-five minutes later, I walked through the employee entrance I had assumed I would never use again.
Marcus was waiting.
“You look terrible.”
“Thanks.”
“That came out wrong.”
He opened the security-room door.
“Just look.”
I stepped inside.
Then stopped.
Sitting on the desk was a pet carrier.
Inside was Vanessa’s tiny white dog.
The crystal collar was unmistakable.
A metal plate on the carrier read:
PRINCESS.
The moment Princess saw me, her tail started thumping happily against the side.
I stared at Marcus.
“What is her dog doing here?”
