PLEASANCE TWISTED THE white cotton blouse tightly and hung it to dry on a wire hanger on the shower rod. Next to Alfric’s socks. They’d limited themselves to two cheap and simple sets of clothing each so they wouldn’t have to use Alfric’s credit card. Fortunately he’d had a decent wad of cash in his pocket.
Pleasance’s purse with all her charge cards had been dropped when her car blew up so she had nothing...except for the twenty dollars he’d given her for emergencies.
The two of them had been tucked into a small, dingy motel room in a little country town called Crimshaw since late the night before, keeping a watchful eye out for Jon-Luc’s men. Pleasance had spent the time in restless uncertainty. She wasn’t convinced she had anything to fear from Jon-Luc. Her life had been safe and sane
