Chapter Twelve
SASHA
With the engine off, Sasha leaned toward Dylan, patted her g*n. “This is what we’re going to do. We’re going to go inside, and I’m going to watch that security video. You’re going to stand against the wall where I can see you until I’m satisfied, okay?”
“Whatever you say.”
Sasha got out of the car, and banged her fist against the dusty top. “Come on!”
She led the way, toward the motel, all the way her mind broiling with thoughts of what she’d like to do to Dylan. He was at once hot and cold; enticing and annoying; inviting yet shielded. She wondered what his deal was. His whole demeanor seemed so infused with a playfulness and cheek that left her asking if he ever took anything seriously.
No, she thought. That was not entirely true. He was taking the murder of Ch
