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Patrick waited outside the door, sighing in relief when I exited. I smiled, debating my next move. Torn, I decided I didn’t want to be a dick tease and looped my arm in his.

“Lead the way,” I giggled, falling back into my role.

As Patrick fumbled through the next twenty minutes, I cursed Mr. Magic Fingers for making me replay our bathroom encounter in order to pretend I enjoyed it. Patrick lasted longer than I’d given him credit for, but had been a total bore otherwise.

Kissing his cheek as he drifted to sleep, I quickly dressed and pulled out my phone, hopeful I could catch Lacey or Joy with their evening endeavors. I needed a distraction.

Holland: Anyone need an extra hand?

Joy: Nope. I’m already back at our place with the goods and contacted Rose for drop-off.

Lacey: I could. He was harder to drug than I expected. Just now getting it set up for pics. I’m afraid he’ll wake up at this point.

Holland: On my way!

I practically skipped my way toward the stairs to head toward Lacey in room 230. This was what I needed to end the night—ruining a man’s reputation.

Knocking on the door, I slipped inside quietly as she opened it. I could’ve used my keycard, but it was always better not to leave a trail.

“Come on, I have it set up. If you can take the pictures, that will help speed up the process.”

I walked into the room decorated like a Vegas casino, laughing at the irony. The middle-aged man was naked on the bed, a mirror of white dust and some empty bottles of tequila spread out next to him. Lacey pulled on a red wig and hid her face as she lay next to him in lingerie.

Making sure there wasn’t anything to identify her by, I snapped a few photos, blurring out her body.

“Got it. Clean up, or leave it, so he panics?” I asked, sending the photos to the contact through the app.

“Eh, leave it. It’s always fun to watch them panic.”

Snorting, I helped her dress and wiped down the room for any of her fingerprints. We’d do a thorough cleaning tomorrow morning too, but we didn't want to leave anything behind just in case he called someone before we got to it.

Walking out with Lacey, I wrapped my arm around her, feeling lighter than I had an hour ago.

“So, are you going to tell me about the giant hickey on your boobie, or are you going to make me beg?” she teased, poking me in the side.

“Oh boy. Do I have a story to share! Let’s wait until we’re home. Joy will want to hear this, too.”

Giggling, I was glad to have these two in my life, knowing I’d never be alone as long as we were together.

CHAPTER 4

QUENTIN

After leaving the women’s bathroom, I couldn’t focus on my subject anymore, so I left.

Not that the guy I’d been observing had been all that interesting, to begin with. He’d nursed the same beer for an hour and ate the free peanuts the bar placed out. He didn’t talk to anyone or even glance at a single soul while there.

David Johns was a true loner, but I didn’t think that made him a killer. Not a sophisticated one, at least.

I’d been about to head back when she had walked in and sent my world upside down.

Focusing on the brick wall of the building, I pressed my knuckles into the ridges, relishing the pain as it gradually eased the lust.

That damn woman had me under a spell.

I’d broken protocol following her into that bathroom and leaving my post. But something about her had me walking toward that door before I knew what I was doing.

Blood dripped down my knuckles, and I pulled back, staring at it. Most people didn’t like the sight of blood, but for me, it was calming. Living the life we did, blood reminded me I was still alive.

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