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with the hole in the knee and Reeboks that looked even saltier than mine. The blouse was different; this one looked like a military issue of some sort, and she had it knotted at the midriff. I didn't tell her, but I thought she looked more than just passingly appealing. |
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"Good morning," she chimed. |
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"Did you know you snore?" I asked flatly. I wasn't about to let her forget that I was a protege of the infamous Cosmo Leach. With those kinds of slammers for openers, she never would. |
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She gave me an easy smile, flipped her hair and leaned back on her bed. "How do you know? You weren't peeking, were you?" She knew she had me, but she was quick to let me off the hook. "Had your breakfast yet?" |
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"Been waiting for you," I admitted. I had already made up my mind not to say anything about the gory scene that was still unfolding behind the motel. That wasn't the sort of thing you hit someone with before they've had breakfast. "Are you ready?" |
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She bounced off the bed and fell into step beside me as we headed back for the diner. By the time we got there, the spoon-in-the-cup gang had departed. I suspected the word was out by now that Madden had something worse than a couple of crudely slaughtered animals on his hand. |
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With the exception of a lone trucker, we |
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