TONIA BLACKWOOD 

“Get in the car and I'll answer all your questions.” He says softly and I'm stunned at the sudden change of tone.

Brushing it off, I right my appearance and turn to him with narrowed eyes.

“You better,” I warn as I climb into the truck and quickly tuck into the seatbelt.

He climbs in and starts the engine then matches the gas pedal.

“By the way, thanks for getting that off me. I had a suspicion that he put a bug on me.”

“You're welcome.” He says, his voice, a low gruff and I find myself leaning into it, lost in old memories, not the bad ones but way before that, back when we were ten and life was just an innocent adventure.

“She was more than an acquaintance.” He says quietly and I shake myself back to the present and look out the window.

My eyes flash at the digital clock on the truck’s dashboard that reads 1:30 am

How long have I been asleep?

“Who?” I ask, dying of silent embarrassment when I hear the grogginess in my voice.

I'm here to get my questions answered, Goddamn