Page 154 of In Death, Love Survives
“Where to?”
“Oh, right. Turn left and get onto the highway. I can plug the address into your GPS if that’s okay.”
“That’d be great. Here’s my cell phone,” she says while handing it over.
I start to plug the address in as she pulls onto the road. I place my purse and the box of trash bags on the floor.
“So what’s the scoop, lady? Looks like we have a little bit of a drive.”
“Well, you promise you won’t judge?”
Daisy scoffs and waves one of her hands nonchalantly.
“Alright, well. I was Wolfe’s psychiatrist. In prison.”
“What?” Daisy shrieks with delight.
She hits the steering wheel a few times as she laughs.
“Girl, he is hot. I get it. I didn’t even realize who he was until the other night when my brother said something after I said hi.”
“Yeah.” I pause. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, I’m here, right? Anyway, it’s a small town. People getting up to no good or not. I mind my own business.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“How much stuff are we getting? I can fit a bunch.”
“Just my clothes, shoes, that type of stuff. I don’t really need any of the furniture or décor now.” I pause again. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course. I have a feeling we’re going to become best friends after this.”
I laugh as I run a hand through my hair.
“My apartment is going to be pretty bare. I didn’t have much of a life before I met Wolfe.”
Daisy looks over at me and smiles.
“Don’t worry, girly, you’ve got one now.”
“I do.” I smile. It’s true. I’m building a life that I want. Once all this mess is over with, I’ll finally be able to figure out what I want to really do here.
A few minutes pass, and we’re driving in comfortable silence.
“How old are you?” I ask.
“Twenty-one.”
“Wow. That’s young. Good for you opening a boutique.”
“You’re telling me. Now tell that to my brother.”
“He has a problem with it?”
“He’s just a grumpy bastard. That’s what you get when you piss the love of your life off, and she finally leaves.”
“Yikes.”
