“No. No call backs. But if you’re here on a Monday, does that mean you’re full-time now?”

“Nah. The weekday girl’s got some kind of cooties, so I got lucky. What are you doin’ here?”

“I need to talk to Lizbet. Have you seen her?”

“Yeah. She was in the break room about an hour ago.” She picked up the phone. “You want me to call her and get her up here?”

“No!” Cassie lurched forward and waved the receiver back toward its cradle. “God, no. I think she’s avoiding me as it is. If I’m gonna talk to her, it’s gotta be a sneak attack.”

A shit-eating grin crept onto Bonnie’s face, and she gently put the phone back in place. “Oh, this sounds like a juicy story in the making. How can I help?”

Talk about fortuitous opportunities. If it’d been the regular girl, management would have been notified of Cassie’s arrival two seconds inside the front door. “Any chance you can buzz me through?”

Bonnie frowned. “If I do that and someone sees you go through, they’ll be able to check the logs and see it was me that let you in.”

Right. And Bonnie needed this job in a seriously bad way. “It’s okay. Maybe I can wait outside and follow her when she leaves.”

“No.” Bonnie shook her head a little and her gaze drifted sideways, distant. A second later, she pulled out her keyboard and narrowed her attention on the screen in front of her. “There might be another way, though.”

Her fingers flew over the keys, the muted clacks the only sound in the otherwise silent lobby. She hit the enter key and waited. “Hmm.”

“Hmm what?”

“Just...hang on.” The transformation in her demeanor was shocking. On the surface, Bonnie acted like a girl who was more comfortable working a beer tap and waiting tables than working a computer, but seeing the level of concentration on her face and the confidence in each keystroke made it seem like she was born with a screen in front of her.

“Yep. There it is.” She zeroed in on Cassie. “I found the security database. I’ll punch you through then wipe the transaction.”

“You can do that?”

A weird look crept across her face. Part guilt, part consternation. “My brother’s got a thing for computers. I’ve picked a few things up from him.”

“Oh, that sounds like another story. One that requires drinks.”

The playful rebuttal worked and drew a wry smile back to Bonnie’s face. “Someday. Maybe when I’m not holding down three part-time jobs.”

“Deal.” Cassie glanced at the security camera mounted in the corner. “What about that thing?”

Bonnie cleared her throat and fiddled with the pen on her desk. “That database has the security recordings, too, so...”

Oh, yeah. They were definitely getting drinks, and unemployed or not, Cassie was footing the tab. “You sure?”

“Hell, yeah. Haven’t had this much fun at a job since a fight broke out over DC versus Marvel comics at the bar I was tending.” She pulled up something on her computer. “You ready?”