Rogers’s shoulder. “Whoa, you’re solid as a rock, Paul. You work out?” “A

little.” “I do an extreme fitness routine. It’s more a young person’s thing.

 

Strong as you are, you might not be able to keep up. Ton of cardio.” “I’m sure

it’s too tough for me, sir.” “Age catches up to us all.” Davis glanced up at him

as she passed by. “Nice tat,” said Rogers. “Nice hat,” she shot back.

 

At two o’clock in the morning the limo came round. Rogers held the door open as

Quentin and his group came out.

 

Quentin pressed another hundred-dollar bill into his palm.

 

Rogers counted off the group and saw that Davis was not there. “Aren’t you

missing one?” he asked. “Suzanne’s passed out upstairs,” said Quentin in an

annoyed tone. “I thought I’d let her sleep it off. I’ll send a car for her in

the morning.” “I can take her home, Mr. Quentin.” “It’s in North Carolina.” “Not

a problem. I’ll just wait here until she wakes up.” Quentin slapped him on the

arm. “Thanks, Paul. I’ll email her and let her know the plan. She’ll give you

the directions.” He climbed into the limo and it pulled off.

 

Rogers watched it go. Either Quentin was a very trusting man or a very stupid

one. He had just left an unconscious lover of his alone with a complete

stranger. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

 

Rogers went into the bar and helped clean up. Myers and Karl had left earlier.