"You went to Spain?" Marco blinked at me with his eyebrows pinched together at their thickest point, a look of true consternation. "Are you out of your mind?"
"I needed closure," Was my lame explanation, accompanied by an equally lame shrug. My thumbs flew over the screen of the cellphone in my hands as the text I was typing stretched to near paragraph length. "It was a personal visit."
"I'm starting to see a pattern here." His blunt fingers drummed on the glass top of his desk rhythmically. It was quickly starting to annoy me. "You're leaving bodies in every city you've been to with him."
"What gave it away?" I asked, tone lathered thick with a sarcastic drawl. "Was it the intensive stalking you've done into my past or the detailed plan I went over with you?"
He scowled at me, and I had to suppress a snicker. "I did not stalk your past."
"You totally stalked my past. You probably know what brand of cigarettes I smoked when I was fifteen."
