Abigail
"Okay, but the audacity," Annette stopped dead in the middle of the pasta aisle of the grocery store, her eyes filled with awe.
"The sheer, uncut, audacity of someone putting spyware in Finnegan Wolfe's computer. I thought that man's face was enough to scare miscreants away. Who would want to mess with him?"
"His mother, apparently," I hissed, snatching a few bags of pasta off the shelf and tossing them into the shopping cart.
I was never a fan of Gina Wolfe from the very first day I met her, but this was still too diabolical. My mother was dead, but I could never, in a million years, picture her doing something like that to me.
"She really wants to send his ass to prison!"
"Annette, reduce your voice!" I gasped, glancing around. The last thing I needed was this getting out because of me.
Finnegan had been hurt. Sure, he was acting all macho and frozen like the ice tundra, but I had seen those green eyes when he read the receipts on his screen.
