CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Who’s this guy again?” Mags asked, as she dabbed a cotton ball at the cut on Keri’s right temple. “The name sounds familiar.”
Keri was sitting in Ray’s bathtub, soaking her entire body in warm water and Epsom salt, explaining the situation to her friend while trying to pretend the sting of the salt in her multiple open wounds didn’t bother her, even though her eyes kept rimming involuntarily with tears.
Mags had come over to Ray’s place about an hour earlier after getting a call on one of her burner cell phones from one he’d just bought. As per Keri’s instructions, he’d filled her in on the basics and asked her to get to his apartment as quickly as possible, with just one stop for a pickup along the way.
Mags had done it all without question, making the unusual pickup
