The poker game was in full tilt, and even though Jessica was chip leader, sitting across from that smug scoundrel David Knight, she’d lost her appetite for cards. If David had really been looking for her roommate, he wouldn’t be yucking it up, drinking George Dickel and betting wads of cash in a high-stakes poker game while Kimi might be kidn*pped, hurt, or worse. Seeing the self-satisfied jerk so cheerful when her roommate was still missing and possibly in grave danger made her livid.
The last thing he said as he scooped up his winnings was, “I promise. I’m going back to Whispers Tavern after this next hand. I’ll find her.” But he was still playing when she cashed in her chips and slipped off to bed two hands later. The other players grumbled, expecting her to give them a chance to win b
