CHAPTER SIX
Two Weeks Later
Max returned to his hotel room after dinner to find the dirty-blonde stripper, he’d picked up the night before, lying face down in the bed under the sheet.
“What the f**k is this?” Max laid the doggie bag from the Italian restaurant on the dresser and climbed into bed, on top of the sheets. “Lorelei?” He touched her rigid back but she didn’t move. “Hey, I told you to leave. I got someone coming in a few minutes.”
He referred to Leslie, checking his watch.
Max turned the n***d woman over. “Get the f**k out...”
She lay limp with her eyes wide open, a huge, gaping s***h in her neck.
“Oh!” Max jumped out the bed, knocking the lamp off the end table. “Jesus.” He covered his mouth.
This can’t be real. This b***h can’t be dead!
He went to the other side of the
