CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Joe
Cotter and Billy surveyed the living room of Jessica’s empty condo. “Looks like she blew outta here, huh?” Billy said. “I think we freaked her out.”
“Your sheer brilliance is surpassed only by your ability to state the completely obvious,” Cotter observed.
Billy frowned. “Huh?”
“Exactly.”
The freckled redhead muttered, shook his head. “So we blew it.”
Cotter’s eyes flashed. “Did we? Or did we do her a favor?”
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Paperback Writer to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.