It was a fair price for putting up with him for the morning.
She slid the bills into her satchel and snapped it shut.
Harry would have a good four hour nap ahead of him. He would probably wake up with a headache. And, to her immense satisfaction, he’d discover he wasn’t the irresistible hunk he’d fooled himself into believing.
She hopped into her sporty car and drove onto the highway. Tears rolled down her cheeks when she played Kathy’s favorite CD. Anguish demanded she vent her grief. She would allow it only once. After this, her pain would make useful fodder for rage. It would serve to right the wrong done to her dead roommate.
By the time she reached the high desert of Farmington, she was exhausted. Knowing she needed to rest for a few hours, she checked into a motel on East Main, p
