Chapter 18
- Lizbella was already in the break room when I arrived at work, perched on the counter like the boss she is.
- She was sipping coffee out of a chipped mug that read, Therapy Is Cheaper Than Murder. Her wild dark curls framed her face, and her expression was as stormy as the dark brew in her hands.
- “Morning,” I said cautiously, setting my bag on the small table.