Worst Combination

Simon POV

Weekend had me staring through the clear glass window of my hotel room and looking at the homey restaurant that was on the other side of the street.

It brought thoughts of grey eyes lingering at the edge of my memory but I shove it back forcefully. It had happened one time too many, Tina lingering at the edge of my memory and me pushing said memory back.

My vision shifts to something closer, the dulled glint even in brilliant sunlight showed it was of lesser quality.

Dangling it from my index finger, I rolled the silver teardrop necklace into my grip, then released it back into a dangle like the movement of a yoyo.

The metallic rustle it gave as it got enclosed in my grip together with the sharp but subdued clank it gave once dangling vertical was sort of calming to my ears as my mind pondered over the madness of last week

If it wasn’t madness, there was nothing else to call it, seeing as I had halted Mr. Wright on his way to Trove on that Friday afternoon.

I halted hi