"You better fucking hope not, because if they do-" The woman pulls up short as her gaze pauses on me. Her lips twist to the side and her eyes narrow.
"What?" Dave asks before turning around. His gaze moves to me and he blinks before turning around until he's covering the woman, Angie, with his wide shoulders. He folds his arms across his chest and aims a look at me. "What can I help you with?" he asks.
"Oh, um," I purse my lips, glancing around as my pulse picks up. "I'm just looking for the bathroom," I tell him swiftly.
He doesn't take his gaze off of me, the silence lingering before he finally points behind me. "That way," he says and I can hear the skepticism in his voice.
"Thanks," I tell him before quickly turning around and making my way to the bathroom.
I slam the door behind me, turning the lock.
Fuck, I'm not a goddamn detective.
In one night, I've picked up three potential suspects, but I'm pretty sure they all know that I'm onto them. Whatever there is to be onto. Because I don't know how to secretly surveil people and whoever got the bright idea for me to do so is out of their goddamn mind.
Loud hammering at the door has me nearly jumping out of my skin and I take a deep swallow, unsure of whether or not to open it.
You can't hide in here all night, Winter.
I look around the bathroom for a weapon, my pulse thundering. The only thing I come up with is the metal paper towel holder. I quickly shuck the roll off of the metal rod before moving to the door. It's a blunt weapon, but I'll figure out how to use it if I need to. Pulling the door open with one hand, I panic when a big form fills the doorway and I swing the holder out of instinct.
My swing is abruptly put to a stop and I look up with wide eyes to find Enzo staring down at me with narrowed eyes and his brows pulled together. The rack is now in his big palm. He glances at it before looking back at me. "You want to explain?" he asks.
My face is on fire. "I panicked."
"Panicked? About what?"
I wave my hands as my mouth fails to come up with words. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" he ask and I don't like the patronizing tilt to his voice.
"No, I don't fucking know," I snap at him before rubbing at my arms. "I don't know, maybe it's because I'm being held captive, so every now and then I freak the fuck out before remembering there's nothing worse that can happen to me at this point."
His eyes narrow further and his jaw tightens. "Well, you've been gone for a while so I was coming back to check on you but I can tell that you can handle yourself." He looks pointedly at the useless holder
I take a deep breath, feeling bad for snapping at him. I quickly remind myself that I shouldn't be feeling bad. He's my fucking prison guard and he didn't come back to check on me because he's actually concerned but because his boss will kill him if he loses me.
How stupid can you be, Winter?
I cross my arms over my chest, mimicking him, or at least attempting to. I'm pretty sure I only end up looking like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Well, as you can see I'm perfectly fine." Even though, I'm pretty sure I almost just had a heart attack.
He eyes me for a moment longer before shaking his head. "Well then, get back to work You may have a second job, but it needs to at least appear as if you're doing your first one."