Chapter Sixteen
Rose was gorgeous, wearing low riders, a pair of Clarks, and a thin black sweater with a round neckline that accentuated the size of her bust. She had a great figure and a great face, with high cheekbones, the perfect complexion, and eyes that said she had a past she didn’t want to share. Yet she was here, sitting in his average hotel room, drinking cheap coffee and offering him help.
“But what do you think is going to happen when you get her out?” she said. “She’d go right back to the Humboldts. I don’t know about you, but have you thought about what that means for her?” She was leaning back in the upholstered chair, and she settled her half drunk mug of coffee, which he’d made from the tiny coffeemaker in the room, onto a side table. Even he knew how bad it was.
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