My mouth went dry. Great. Fantastic. My own dumb words had shoved me into a corner I could not get out of.
Dave's eyes stayed with me, patiently, steadily, like he was just waiting for me to stop being a coward. Which, hello, unfair.
People like me needed at least seven working days' notice before spilling our disasters.
"With what?" he asked again, somehow his tone softened this time.
I looked down at my noodles as if they could save me. Sadly, they couldn't.
They looked soggy now. Deflated. Honestly, same.
Should I actually tell him about Caroline's blackmailer? That I need him to confirm my suspicion?
No, no, and no. I cannot just tell him like that. Moreover, it was Caroline's secret to tell, not mine.
While my logical side was encouraging me to keep it a secret, on the other hand, I knew that taking Dave's help would increase the speed of interrogation.
It was not the only reason. If the blackmailer was who I suspect, then I can barely touch him.
