Page 107 of Stella
I stare at the envelope. The one from yesterday threw us all, but now this is just getting weird. I run a hand over my face, unable to fathom what the fuck is going on.
DNA results stare back at me. At first, I think it’s Cash’s results from the other day, but it’s not. They’re mine. I frown,flipping the pages over. None of this is making any fucking sense.
I glance around, but only Dougie meets my gaze and gives me a wave. I give him a chin lift, and look back at my screen, not wanting to alert him or have him come over.
This has to stay with me.
Something about all of this isn’t right.
I get up with my mug in hand as if I’m going to the break room, taking the papers discreetly with me to the lab. There’s only one way to settle all of my internal chatter, as well as the results in front of me, and I’m gonna use all of my resources to find out exactly who is behind this.
“Hey,” I say to Jenna, one of the girls at the desk. “I just got these results on my desk, can you tell me who ran them?”
She takes the files out of my hands. “Give me a second.” She taps on her computer screen and leans in closer. “Cale Callaghan.”
“Yep, that’s me.”
“No, I mean, you’re the one who requested the results.”
“I didn’t,” I say.
“Weird,” she goes on, continuing to type. “I can’t even tell you which lab assistant performed the results because it wasn’t filled in. I’ve never seen that before.”
I take a deep breath. “So there’s no way of finding that out?”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so, but if I can find anything out, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Thanks, Jenna, appreciate it.”
She hands me back the papers with a sorry smile.
I take off back to my desk, a wash of paranoia moving over me. This is fucked. Someone is seriously fucking with me.
Calli whines as I look down at her. Sensing that I’m frustrated, she paws at me.
“It’s okay, girl,” I say. “Dad’s just ready to bust someone’s ass, but I don’t know where to start looking.”
I try not to let the walls close in on me as I stretch my mind back to what I know about Cash Hudson and why he would be linked to me in any way. More to the point, who in this building is fucking with me? I didn’t order no fucking DNA lab results.
When I glance up from my shaking hands, Willow is frowning at me. “You good, Callaghan?”
I nod. “I’m fine.”
She’s not convinced. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Maybe I have,” I mutter.
“Cale? What’s up?”
I need my guys, but now I don’t know who I can fucking trust. I have a ten second window to decide if Willow is trustworthy. She’s not in anyone’s pocket, well, that I know of. Then again, people never cease to surprise me these days. “I have a problem,” I say. “And I need it to stay between us.”
“You got it.” I thumb behind toward the breakroom because, for some weird reason, I no longer trust my colleagues. I do, however, have to get this off my chest. I want to go to Dougie, we’ve been friends for ages, but he’s nowhere in sight and probably got called out. “I’ll be there in a minute. I’ve just gotta go down to the lab again,” I add.
“Cale, you’re starting to scare me,” Willow half laughs, but I see the concern in her eyes.
“I’m fine,” I lie. “I just forgot to pick something up.”
“We should go for a drive,” she says. “If it’s something you think should be kept private.”
