Jaded
“In the world she’d created for herself in California, she had no cares. Relief had flooded over her when Branford called to tell her Townsend died of asphyxiation. She had no hand in Townsend’s or, she knew for a fact, Hiro’s death, and she had Branford to prove she didn’t if it came to that.
“Miss Jade,” Rusty quietly said from behind her. Jade started and immediately laughed it off. Gracing the kid with a smile, she tousled his chestnut-colored hair.
“You startled me, Rusty.”
His freckles darkened and he looked down at his feet and shuffled them. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“It’s okay, we’re all a little jumpy these days.”
“What’s happening here?” he asked.
“I told everyone last night, Rusty, not to worry. Our jobs are safe. We’re safe. The club is fine. Just answer any questions the police have and do your job.” She set a comforting hand on his shoulder and with her other put her finger under his chin, raising it so his eyes met her gaze. “Don’t worry, your job is not in jeopardy.”
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