Page 104 of Unsuitable

But it’s not like I can ask him because then he’d know that I was snooping in his drawer. Technically, I wasn’t. I found it by mistake, but I know what he’d think.

And he probably wouldn’t tell me anyway. He doesn’t tell me anything. He’s locked up so tight. I know nothing about him.

I only know his name and where he lives because I work for him. I know how he takes his coffee and that his best friend is Jude. Oh, and he has a horse called Danger, whom he rescued. But that’s it.

I don’t know when his birthday is. Or what his favorite food is. If he likes to read. If he has a favorite band he likes to listen to.

It’s so frustrating.

But I shouldn’t care because I’m done with him. So, it doesn’t matter.

Sure, you are, Daisy. That’s why you’re sitting here, thinking about him.

Ugh!

I hate that he’s gotten so easily under my skin.

I want answers from him, but I know I’m not going to get them, so I’ll find some out for myself.

Grabbing Cece’s laptop off the coffee table, I power it up. I open up Google and type in, Kastor Matis.

Not much comes up. Just the Matis Estate’s website but no photos of him. He doesn’t even have a Facebook profile.

But then again, neither do I.

I used to have one, but I shut it down after I was arrested. I didn’t want people writing anything unsavory on my wall.

I tap the keys, frustrated.

Then, I delete Kas’s name from the search box and type in, Haley Halliwell.

My screen fills with results. The top result is a clinical therapist.

Heart pumping, feeling like I’m doing something really wrong, I click on the link. The picture is of an older woman who looks to be in her fifties.

Definitely not her.

I back out and click on the Images tab. The screen fills with pictures. The first one is of that therapist woman. Then, sitting just below that is the picture I found in Kas’s drawer. The picture in my phone.

I grab my phone and pull the picture up, just to compare.

It’s definitely her.

I click on the picture, and it enlarges with a caption and a link. Then, my body freezes cold at the words.

Girl, 17, Murdered on Prom Night

Murdered?

She was murdered? Surely not. It can’t be the same girl.

I look at the words on the back of the picture.

HALEY HALLIWELL. PROM. 2009.

Prom.

She was murdered after that picture was taken.