Chapter 45. Ben Is Dead

Rachel stared at the men suspiciously, her eyes registering their official uniforms, all they needed were dark sunglasses to complete their outfits. One had brown eyes the color of strong coffee, the other had hazel eyes that kept darting around as though expecting something to jump out of the afternoon shadows. Their nondescript black car had one last person inside and in front of her viewpoint on the threshold Rachel could see a tightly pulled ponytail.

“Rivers?” one of the men said.

“Oceans. The Pacific,” she responded. “Unfortunately I don’t have a boat so you both are in the wrong place.”

Both men frowned, wondering if she had a screw loose somewhere.

From the car came a bark of laughter. Rachel’s eyes drifted to the car. From the driver’s side came a badass-looking woman dressed in black too with her no-nonsense ponytail swinging as she walked with her block heels making impressions in the ground.

“I told you, boys, to let me handle this,” she sai