My fingers found three keys and went back to staring at the window, wondering how long Frankie would be in Clearwater. Even with my cousin paying half the police in Chicago, they’d keep him at the station for hours if something like this happened to one of his places. I tapped my pen on the computer desk and checked the time. He’d only been gone an hour, but it felt like a day.
Anxiety ran through my veins, and I jumped out of my chair at a slight knock on Frankie’s open office door. "Miss Vonnie to see you," a large voice boomed in the small space as I flinched.
Big Tommy barely met my gaze, and if I wasn’t so worried about Frankie, I might’ve laughed. "Will Frankie be okay with that?" I asked, not knowing if I was making sure he was okay with my presence or if I was okay to meet with Vonnie since Frankie wasn’t home.
He looked to me again, eyeing me up. Rather than finding me wanting like I expected, he gave me a jerk of his chin, which I was learning meant I passed approval.