He said nothing, did nothing.

 

When she saw who it was she stopped screaming and stared incredulously at him.

“P-Paul? W-what are you doing here?” Her gaze fell on the gun and she took

another step back.

 

He stood and gripped the pistol. “What are you doing here? How do you even know

about this place?” “I followed someone here once.” “Why?” “Because I needed

information.” “Information? About what?” “About me.” “I-I don’t understand.”

“Where is Josh Quentin? Isn’t this his place?” “No. It’s my place. He just stays

here sometimes.” “And Suzanne Davis stays here with him sometimes.” Her features

darkened. “What do you mean?” “Do you know Davis?” She nodded mutely. “They come

here to fuck. They do it very energetically.” Myers didn’t move a muscle. She

just stared at him. “I need to find Quentin. Where is he?” “I don’t know. But

why do you need to find him?” “He knows somebody I need to find.” “Who?” “He

works for Atalanta Group. Did you know that?” “I-I might have heard him mention

it.” Rogers took another step toward her. She drew back. He rubbed the back of

his head, trying to push back the pain that was rising in him again. This was

getting very inconvenient.

 

She said, “I don’t know what you want me to say. You’ve broken into my house,

Paul. I could call the police. But if you leave now, I won’t. You might still be

messed up from what happened at the bar. I know I am. I still have no idea why

those men attacked the place.” “They were coming to kill me.” Myers caught a