Chapter Twenty-Two
“What’dya mean, nothing happened. I’ve been sick to death all god-damned weekend long, worrying about you,” Rachel was incredulous, “and you tell me nothing happened?”
Rachel sat in the passenger seat, her carry-on luggage in her lap. “It was the newspaper story; had to be,” Taz explained. “When Connie linked us romantically, it scared them off. They think you have got an armed bodyguard living with you, watching over you twenty-four hours a day. They could not take the risk.”
Rachel blew out and the light came up in her eyes. “So I’m off the hook,” she laughed. “I can relax.”
Taz didn’t get the pun. “What do you mean?”
“Well it’s obvious, isn’t it? They’ve moved on. Like all rapists, they’re sniveling cowards. They’re looking for someone easy. A girl who’s vulnerab
