Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Now

"The way I see it, it suits you, Heather, without Martin getting in the way. You just happen to be alone with Dodge." I stared at Peterson and didn't respond to what he said, so I wouldn't let him have his way. "Tell me, Darren found Martin's stuff, how do you feel?" "What do you think I'm feeling?" I growled, provoking him to speak, "It's—" I just noticed what he just said. "It was me and Dodge who found Martin's stuff," I told him, speaking very calmly on purpose.I clenched my hands into fists, digging my nails into the soft flesh, trying to control my emotions. "Me and Dodge, not Darren."

"Dodge?" Peterson raised his voice and raised his eyebrows, turning the word into a question. "You didn't tell me that before." "That's what I said before," I snapped. "No, I have records, Heather." He picked up my folder, pulled out the stack of stapled documents, and put it back in the file before I had time to look at the neat lines on the pages. machine typing. "You mean Darren." Mistaken.Helen must have been mistaken.She must have been wooing Peterson again as she typed, flirting with him, asking for a raise. "It was Dodge," I told him again. "Me and Dodge found Martin's stuff. It was in Darren's bag."