“Too many fines piling up, too many parking tickets, and unpaid child support for the women who actually tried to claim. He was arrested two states over, which means he ain’t here!” She stops in the middle of the diner, draws in a long breath so her chest expands, then she lets it out on a soft giggle. “He’ll be back soon, no doubt. He’ll only be behind bars until Tuesday morning, when a judge can take a look at his shit and let him out. Tuesday, he’ll call me and ask for bail money, but I won’t give it to him. And in the meantime, today, I’m free as a bird and happy as a pig in mud about it. It’s a good day.”
“Sure is, sweet pea.” Shaking his head, Stefan turns and grumbles about bail bonds and useless boyfriends, but beneath the murmured words is a promise that Katrina won’t be lending that dude a single cent in this lifetime or the next.
If Stefan doesn’t make sure of it, then I will.
I sit in my booth for an hour and eat my food. I don’t move my ass until I’m good and ready, but eventually I make my way back home. Instead of going inside, I sit on the bottom steps and bide my time.
I know Katrina lied to Stefan today.
Maybe it’s a byproduct of the career I chose and my ability to read people. Or maybe it’s just my intuition saying she’s full of shit, but I sit outside in the cool air and wait.
Because I know she’ll be by.