Chapter 58: Social Media
I didn't have time to linger over my betrayal, though, because my phone whistled once more and the number Jazz gave me appeared.
Bar, Simone sent. Hiding. ?
I ran down the steps, out of breath but feeling rejuvenated from the rush of adrenaline as I pushed through the doors and into the lobby, heading directly for the bar and Simone. She was tucked into the back corner, head in her hands when I sank into the soft padding of the bench seat and hugged her.
Simone leaned into me, weeping softly, her hands clutching at me and I held her a long moment, chin on the top of her head, wishing there was something I could say. But her boyfriend was dead, she was a suspect and, though I knew she didn't do it, I also understood from experience how devastating it was to be fingered for murder. And, from the sound of things, that same boyfriend wasn't faithful, though to be honest it seemed he'd never claimed to be anything but a player, at least in his public life.