Chapter Twenty-Three
Bobbie
Bobbie woke to sunlight coming full-on through the window, and she knew it was much later than when she usually awoke. She lay still, confused by the flickers of memory floating in and out as she drowsily remembered the night before and what she had allowed Travis to do God, but her ass hurt. She was startled by Jason coming around the corner from her bathroom. He glanced at her but went to the wall cabinet, the contents of which she had grown to fear.
“Jason?” she asked, warily.
His shoulders dropped. He sighed and went still.
“Jason. What is it?”
He looked over his shoulder at her, this time long enough for her to see that he was visibly upset.
“What is it? What happened?”
“It’s Dr. Travis.”
“What about him?”
“I don’t know. We can’t find him. He’s go
