Page 28 of Flame
“Here to pick up another key, Foxx?” she asks, laughing.
He looks up, glaring at her.
She keeps walking without breaking stride. “Have a good evening.”
“A key?” I ask.
He heaves a breath and pushes the cart once again. “Don’t ask.”
“I already did.”
“My keys have been coming up all over town,” he says.
“Really? That seems out of character for you.”
He side-eyes me. “That’s because I didn’t lose them.”
Huh? “So someone is stealing your keys and dropping them at the grocery store? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Because that’s not what’s happening.”
He adds a gallon of milk and Greek yogurt to the basket. I toss a package of imitation cheese slices into the mix.
“I’m trying really hard to follow you on this, but I’m lost,” I say. “Your keys have been coming up all over town, but you aren’t losing them, and no one is stealing them. What am I missing?”
“Someone is fucking with me. They have labels on them just like the ones I use.”
“You label your keys?” I flinch. “Of course, you label your keys. It’s you. Sorry. Continue with your story.”
He shakes his head. “Anyway, instead of being numbered as my keys are, they have my phone number on them.”
“But they’re not your keys?”
“No. They’re not my keys.”
“Did you try them in your locks?”
He sighs, exasperated. “Yes, I tried them in my locks. Do you have any other bright ideas?”
“I don’t know. Give me a minute. I’m still mulling this over.”
He rolls his eyes.
I point my finger at him. “I’ll figure this out.”
“I won’t hold my breath.”
“Ye of little faith.” I pull my phone out of my pocket. “Oh, perfect timing.”
555-555-5555: Bianca, 1 rx has been filled at MILLER’S PHARMACY AND WELLNESS. Please call 555-555-5555 with any questions.
“Where is Miller’s Pharmacy?” I ask, sliding my phone back into my pocket.
“Here. Why?”
“I need to pick up a prescription.”
“It’s at the front of the store. We can grab it on the way out,” he says.
