looking over my shoulder the whole time.” “Just don’t screw up.” Quentin put an

arm around Davis’s bare shoulders and feigned a hurt expression. “Hey, babe, I

know what I’m doing, okay?” “I gotta go.” She rose and quickly dressed.

 

A minute later Rogers heard her heels clicking down the steps.

 

When he turned back to look into the bedroom, Quentin had finished his joint and

lay stretched out on the bed. A few moments later the snores reached Rogers.

 

I could go in and kill him right now. But what would be the point? I need to

know more. So he’s more valuable to me alive than dead.

 

This is truly your lucky day, Josh. You got laid and you get to live.

 

He waited until he heard the car start up outside and then made his way back

down the stairs and out the rear door. A few minutes later he was sitting in his

van and staring down at the photos he’d taken.

 

Suzanne Davis.

 

He put that name in a search and added Chris Ballard to it.

 

He got many hits on Ballard, but nothing on anyone named Suzanne Davis who

seemed to have a connection to him.