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“Want me to jump on the bed?” she asked, and Tuck took his eye from the scope to glance at her.
“I don’t think anyone gives a s**t what we do,” he said and went back to his scope. “But knock yourself out.”
They’d rented a room in the seedy hotel for the night instead of the hour. From the way the guy at the reception desk window looked at her, she was confident he bought that she was a streetwalker. Tuck had left his equipment on the rear fire escape and retrieved it before they went into the room. It was a dark, dirty space with little more than four walls, a bed, and a desk. There wasn’t even a television or a lamp.
The double bed had a wooden headboard that was screwed to the wall and a threadbare comforter on it. On a positive note, the sheets were clean, at
