chapter 11

MOLLY

“You close early on Sunday nights?”

I almost screeched as I jumped backward.

I grabbed onto the counter, glaring at him behind me. “Why are you still here? What do you actually want from me?”

I was scowling as he stilled, his own eyes narrowing, and I had an image of a cobra raising its head, eyeing who it was about to attack.

A chill went down my spine, and I shook my head, trying to clear the unsettling image from my mind. Then I remembered what he’d originally asked. “We do. Ten.” I looked at the clock. I’d made Pialto leave an hour ago, along with the rest of the staff. I could handle the last three customers, but they’d just left as well. I was ignoring the pit in my stomach because I didn’t think Ashton remembered what usually happened on Sunday nights here.

“Why?”

The bell above the door jangled again, and I looked over, half expecting one of our customers coming back. A lot of people forgot their jackets, but it wasn’t a customer. Two men were coming in, their badges fla