CHAPTER 12
Selene woke up about an hour later feeling groggy and ravenous. Something's ringing. My phone. Where is it? In my pants? She groped her way to where she had left them and fished it out of the pocket.
“Hello?” she croaked.
“Selene, you sound like hell.”
“Thanks, Tony,” she mumbled. Her mouth felt like the Sahara and tasted like an old boot.
“The driver contradicted himself several times. Plus, a technician who just happened to be passing his car saw some suspicious stains. It was enough for probable cause. They found tape and a very curious flashlight in the trunk, along with hair and multiple blood and semen stains in the backseat. We got him.”
“Thank goodness.”
“I just wanted to let you know. Go back to bed.”
“Okay, thanks.” She hung up but didn't want to go back to bed
