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Becky was surprised to realize that Donahue could hit just as hard as Xavier. Maybe even harder.
“You making eyes at that woman in the bathroom? Is that why she thought she knew you?” Donahue’s breath smelled like burnt cigarettes. Becky’s arm hadn’t stopped stinging since Donahue dragged her out of the car and back into the motel where she’d gotten ready tonight.
“You looking at her?” She gave Becky a shake.
“No,” Becky stammered. “I didn’t say anything.”
Another slap. Where was Xavier? Why hadn’t he come to find her yet?
“I didn’t ask if you said anything. I asked if you looked at her.”
Becky shook her head. “I swear I didn’t.”
Donahue didn’t appear convinced. “You know that woman?”
Another shake of the head. “I’ve never seen her before. I promise.”
“You listed as a run
