It was the next weekend, and I was floating on a cloud of happiness. Well, not literally. I had a date with Dante today and I was extremely excited…to continue the investigation.

Yeah, that was what I would keep telling myself.

I wasn’t excited to see him because I missed his smile or his dry sense of humor. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t even fool myself at this point. I had spent an embarrassing amount of time on my hair this ...