Davis stood, unzipped her dress, and stepped out of it.

 

Rogers froze. “What’s going on?” She didn’t look at him as she took off her bra

and underwear. “Don’t get crazy. I can’t sleep with clothes on.” She smiled.

“The guys usually don’t mind. And it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.” She

went into the bathroom, washed her face, came back out, and crawled under the

covers. Rogers watched her turn on her side and close her eyes. “Good night,

Paul.” He hit the wall switch and the room became dark. He looked down at the

floor and then walked over to the bed and lay down on top of the covers.

 

Davis turned to face him. “We’re two peas in a pod, right?

 

Damaged goods trying to make our way?” “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”

She gripped his hand. “Things will look better in the morning,” she said. “They

always do.” “But what about the rest of the day?” he said dully. “Well, that’s

why I learned to shoot like that.” She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

 

Chapter 47

 

WHILE THE POLICE continued to process the crime scene, Puller took the

opportunity to go upstairs and inside the room where Josh Quentin had been.

 

The police had questioned and then released Quentin and his group. They had

hightailed it out of here so fast one of the ladies had run out of her high

heels.