Chapter Thirteen

"Where are you going?" Abigail asked in a hushed tone, looking side to side to make sure nobody heard her. Marcel who was already marching towards Rachel turned back to answer her question.

"To confront her."

"That's a terrible idea. Sit back down."

"No." He turned to move again but Abigail held his hands, halting him.

"Trust me you don't want to do this." Abigail said. Marcel stared down at her and then sat down.

"What exactly were you planning to say to her when you got there?"

"Ask what she's doing here."

"Obviously, she's supposed to be at work right now." Abigail chuckled. Marcel stared at her confused. "Is something funny Miss Weston?"

"Well, yes. You would have just succeeded embarrassing yourself, if she has a plausible reason for being here, you'll end up annoying her and looking like a fool and if she doesn't.. she'll lie to you. In both scenarios you'd be made to look silly. I suggest you watch her from here, see if she does anything suspicious before confronting her