My eyes slid to the window. “It did.”
“So?” Cam prompted and my eyes slid to her.
“Thursday called,” I answered, Cam’s eyes closed slowly but Tracy’s expression shifted to confused.
I stared at Cam. Cam knew something.
“Thursday called?” Tracy asked.
I ignored her.
“Cam?” I called, her eyes opened and a light shone in them, a sad light, an unhappy light. “Cam,” I whispered.
“You told me you two were over,” she said softly.
This was true.
“Thursday called?” Tracy repeated, sounding impatient and I looked at her.
“Great date, the best, better than my wildest dreams. He was into me, he was interested in everything I said, he was funny, he bought me Jimmy Choos,” I told her and her eyes lit up.
“I know, his lady, Elvira, who’s hilarious by the way, she swore me to secrecy but I thought that was so cool! Totally generous. I offered my discount but she said no. Just handed over a company credit card. Awesome!” Tracy ended on a cry and a bounce on the couch.
“Yeah, awesome, until Thursday called,” I replied and Tracy looked confused again.
“What’s up with Thursday?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered then looked at Cam. “But you do, don’t you?”
Camille’s eyes held mine. Then she sighed.
Then she spoke. “Cabe ‘Hawk’ Delgado is on the grid,” she stated. “In fact, he’s so on the grid, he’s all over the grid. There’s some mystery and a lot of speculation about his activities but he’s Mr. Grid. If it’s happening in Denver, he knows about it and speculation says that sometimes he’s in on it though no one knows how. Also, no one knows exactly what he does, or all that he does, they just know he’s a busy guy.”
I already guessed this and, at that point, I didn’t care about this.
So I prompted, “And?”
She pulled in breath, that breath that said she was preparing me for something not so fun.
Then she started to give me the not so fun. “One thing that doesn’t have any mystery when it comes to Delgado is His Days.”
“His Days?” Tracy repeated.
Cam nodded at her. “Otherwise known as His Women.”
“Shit,” Tracy muttered, her eyes cutting to me but my eyes stayed glued to Cam as I struggled to breathe.
Then I choked out, “Talk to me.”
Cam pressed her lips together then she said, “Girl, I’m so sorry.”
I felt a tingly sensation in my throat and it wasn’t the same happy one as last night.
“Talk to me, Cam,” I whispered.
Another breath then Cam stated, “Okay, Delgado is known to claim women. He does this and slots them into a schedule. They come and go but while they’re there, they’re claimed. He investigates them and it’s made clear no one goes near them. When he’s done with them, he’s done, one moves out, he moves another one in.”
“This can’t be,” I told her. “I don’t have a day.”
Cam swallowed. Not a good sign.
“What?” I asked.
“Girl –” she started.
I leaned forward and repeated. “What?”
“You’re known as Filler.”
Oh my God.
“I’m known as Filler?” I whispered.
She nodded. “He’s feeling like a switch up, or one of his women is out of town or he’s got a slot open he hasn’t filled yet, he comes to you.”
“I’m known as Filler,” I repeated.
“Honey –” Tracy whispered.
“Who knows me as Filler?” I asked Cam
“Um…” she hesitated then said, “everyone now.”
“Everyone now,” I repeated.
She nodded.
“Lawson?”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
Oh my God!
“Tack?” I asked.
“Probably,” Cam answered.
I looked to the floor. Then it hit me and I looked back at Cam.
“She knew,” I stated.
“What, babe?” Cam asked.
“Thursday, she knew. She knew what she was, who she was, her day. She knew his name she knew his number.”
“Well, um –” Cam started.
I cut her off. “I guess if you get a guaranteed slot you get his contact details. But Filler, now Filler is just filler.”
“Gwennie, sweetie,” Tracy whispered.
I shot out of my chair and shouted, “I don’t believe this!”
Camille and Tracy shot up too.
“Gwen, babe, listen to me. The talk now is he’s off routine. This shit with His Days, it is for them what it was for you, night visits, stringent boundaries. He doesn’t date them, he just sleeps with them.”