he’d killed her father? “So you live with them here?” “That’s right.” “But I

thought you said you were on your own? That you didn’t have anybody?” “I didn’t

really know you back then. Now I do. A girl has to be careful.” “I guess so.” He

couldn’t fathom why Ballard’s death seemed not to have made a dent in her. And

he didn’t see one cop car or one bit of police tape.

 

Weren’t they investigating the man’s murder? What the hell was going on?

 

The gates opened as they approached. A guard came out, and when he saw Davis he

motioned for Rogers to drive through.

 

Rogers didn’t look at the security guards as he passed by, though he noted in

his peripheral vision that they were scrutinizing him.

 

Davis directed him where to park. She opened the door. “Can I pay you for taking

me all this way?” “I think you already paid me more than I deserved.” She

smiled. “That was a nice thing to say. You want to come in?” The panic returned.

“No. I better get back. But thanks.” “Okay, I’ll see you at the Grunt, I’m

sure.” “You better let Mr. Quentin know you got home safe.” “Like he cares,” she

scoffed. She leaned across the seat and placed a firm kiss on his mouth and then

inserted her tongue into it.

 

Rogers had the impression that multiple eyes were watching this.

 

Still her lips felt sweet and salty and seemed to perfectly mesh with his.