“Police are still on the hunt for Max Ace in connection to the Garden View Hotel homicide,” the local reporter said.
“I don’t believe this.” Osana lay in her bed, cuddling Shad.
“So far the police have no other leads,” the reporter announced. “If you have any information as to the whereabouts of Max Ace you’re urged to contact the Santa Barbara Police at...”
Osana clicked off the television. “I hate Max but he didn’t do this, Shad.”
He lifted his head from the red pillow. “How do you know?”
“Come on, Shad. Max isn’t a killer.”
“What makes you so sure?” He propped up on his elbows. “If he can do all the other s**t he’s done, then he can kill too.” He fixed the sheet. “Max always has an angle.”
“No.” She pulled up the strap of her negligee. “This has to be a mistake. Wonder what he’s
