Chapter 20
MY HEART PULSING IN my throat, I thumb the dialer and call
Suzanne. It’s almost two in the morning, but I don’t care if she’s asleep. We
need to talk. She answers after the second ring.
“What the hell happened?” I say in the place of a hello.
“Suicide,” she says, not a hint of sleepiness in her voice.
“By the looks of it. Or maybe not suicide.”
“Who found her?”
“Some men who work for Roger. They called me.”
In my head, the rednecks chasing down my tail in their blue Freebird
69 pickup. “Maybe it wasn’t a suicide attempt. Maybe she just overdosed.”
“Does it matter at this point? Why are you so concerned,
Moonlight?”
The thought of telling her the truth about how I spent my
afternoon just doesn’t seem appealing at the present moment. So I just decide
to play the con
