“Uh, looks like he has a date.”
“Yeah, with a really strong dose of –“ He let
out a disgusted groan, but when he turned his wheelchair to look up at her, his
expression was entirely mischievous. “Really, really strong mental drugs,
y’know?”
“You’re such a mean little boy.”
“Yeah. And proud of it.” Rufus let out a sigh
and bent forward, giving a hard push with his arms, and slalomed his way
through the incoming afternoon traffic to get to the bookstore side of the
coffee shop.
Eden gnawed on his comments and what she had
seen as she retrieved a mocha whip and headed back up to the office. Something
just struck her as wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Other than
Conrad not contacting her when he got back into town. Not a word on the
problems he and his brother had been dealing with. She was still facing
roadblocks in obtaining the basic information on Conrad’s adoption. His adopted
parents had hesitated for only a day before signing release forms to make their
side of the adoption accessible and open to investigation. Someone on the other
side was keeping the door locked. What had Conrad’s birth parents needed to
hide? She wondered if Conrad’s brother knew that he had asked for the
investigation, and if he did, his feelings on the matter. Was he insulted,
thinking his story wasn’t believed?
She got to work on several requests for her
assistance and waited for Conrad to make contact.
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