CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mackenzie sat up in bed, gasping and clutching at her chest in the wake of yet another nightmare. She was disoriented as she glanced around the room. She’d moved around so much in the course of the last two days that for the first twenty seconds or so of moderate wakefulness, she wasn’t sure where she was.
She saw Ellington in bed beside her. He was hogging the covers as he usually did, leaving her naked body mostly exposed.
She kept her eyes on his murky shape as her brain came around. She was in a Sleep Inn hotel in Richmond. In the morning, she and Ellington were going to interview the last two people on the list that Sam Batiste had given her. After that, who knew? It would probably be right back to Stateton to retrace their steps, dig for any desperate interviews, an
