Wordle #949 - RELIC
If Roy planned to disappear, Kevin would know.
Hey, Kev. Call me when you have a sec, I text him.
Apparently he has a second—right now—because my phone starts ringing moments after I hit send. Leave it to Kevin to FaceTime me before I’ve showered. I sigh and answer anyway. What I won’t do for a case.
“Keviiin!”
“Ceciliaaa!” Kevin must be calling me from the Roin office—a huge neon Roin logo glows from behind his head like a halo. Either that, or he’s taken his role as CFO a bit far. He gets straight to the point, as usual. “Is this about Roy?”
“It is, actually. How’d you know?” Who’s the detective here?
“He’s not answering any of my texts, and he hasn’t logged on to Slack at all.” Kevin’s eyes dart behind his glasses, looking around the room to make sure he’s alone. He lowers his voice anyway. “I was starting to get worried. I even thought about calling you!”
“Not Bree?” I smirk. Kevin ignores that and barrels ahead.
“Roy totally ghosted me yesterday, man. He was supposed to come over and see my new Air Force Ones.”
“You need help,” I tease but kinda mean it. Kevin worships every sneaker he owns like a holy relic, and he converted Roy to the church of sneakerheads not long before our wedding. I still feel a pang when I remember how much Roy spent on shoes for his groomsmen.
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