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“Can we grab dinner sometime?”

Catching up with Sabrina sounded fun—and it would give Olive a chance to get her friend’s take on Rebecca. “How about tonight? Or do you already have plans with Ellis?”

“Ellis is actually working late. I just need to double-check that I can get a sitter for my daughter. But I think my mom will watch her. Could we do seven?”

Olive grinned. “That works for me. Just name the place.”

“Absolutely. There’s a new Italian restaurant in town that I’m absolutely in love with. I’ve been drooling to eat their chicken carbonara again.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“Perfect. Then meet me at Reginaldo’s at seven. It’s easy to find—it’s on Main Street. Can’t miss it.”

Olive had seen the place earlier. “I can’t wait to see you there then.”

This meeting was either fortuitous or a huge mistake. Olive wasn’t sure which one yet.

But she was looking forward to talking to Sabrina more—for both professional and personal reasons.

CHAPTER 19

Olive’s conversation with Sabrina had taken more time than she’d anticipated. Even though Olive would love to go into the school office and talk to more people, she’d told Mitzi she’d meet her in a half hour—and that didn’t leave her much time.

Maybe Sabrina would share something of importance later.

The next closest town to Oasis was thirty minutes away, so Olive needed to leave now in order to be on time. She could always come back to the school later.

She stepped from the building and headed to her Jeep. As she did, she quickly scanned the parking lot.

She didn’t see anyone watching her. But she needed to remain on guard.

Olive had so many memories of Sabrina. The two of them had been like sisters. They’d shared secrets—not all of them, of course. Olive didn’t dare tell anyone her suspicions about her dad.

But the two of them had planned trips they’d take when they had money—Bora Bora preferably, but they’d settle for Aruba. They’d talked about having barbecues with their families—because their husbands would definitely be best friends. They’d even talked about raising their children together, even though Olive should have known better.

Olive pulled up to a local coffee shop. As soon as she went inside, she spotted Mitzi in the corner, still wearing pink scrubs. Olive slid into the booth across from her.

Mitzi was beautiful—blonde and bodacious were the best words to describe her. Plus, her extroverted personality made her instantly likable.

Her personality and looks made men flock to her like moths to a flame.

Mitzi was in her early thirties, and she’d worked at Aegis for seven years, making her a senior agent. Before that, she’d worked for the CIA—something she never talked about. She’d only mentioned it in passing once and had never brought it up again.

“Nice look.” Mitzi scanned Olive up and down. “Very bohemian.”

Olive looked like a hippy, and Mitzi looked sexy. That sounded about right.

“I thought it fit the persona I need to capture.”

“I’d say.” Mitzi grinned. “I went ahead and ordered for you. Hope that’s okay.”

“Depends on what you ordered.”

Mitzi nodded to the paper cup on the table. “Mint tea with honey.”

“Perfect.” Olive wrapped her fingers around the warm cup.

With that settled, they got down to business. Olive insisted that Mitzi go first.

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