TIMOFEY
The shower turns off, and I can hear Piper moving around in the bathroom. Her wet feet slap against the tile floor and she continues humming as she towels off.
When she finally comes out, she yelps in surprise when she sees me sitting on the end of her bed. She scrambles to tighten her towel around her chest. Her auburn hair hangs in a dark, wet tangle over her shoulder.
"Timofey!" she gasps, hand still pressed to her chest. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"I'd like to ask you the same question."
She frowns in confusion until I lift the planner and wave it in front of her. Her eyes widened. "That is for work."
"That can't be right. Because you're a social worker, not a private investigator."
She clenches her jaw. I know she knows what I'm talking about. But she isn't going to reveal anything until I do.
