Chapter 9: Late Night Surprise
Duckie reaches over the sleeping Savannah to flick on the bedside light. Her girlfriend stirs in her sleep, but doesn’t open her eyes. Swell. Time for me to check things out.
Duckie is a light sleeper, especially after really good s*x. Her body feels alive long after, and her brain races right along with it. Van is literally passed out, but Duckie has heard the noise clearly.
Two voices outside their door. Two male voices, deep in conversation.
She grabs her duffel bag, which holds a small pistol. Legal, of course. She had jumped through all the hoops to get a permit, and has carried the weapon since she started the affair with Savannah—”just in case.”
The voices are still there. Louder now, like an argument. Duckie creeps up to the side of the door, pis
