Chapter Fourteen––––––––
Samantha jumped, almost dropping her phone. “What?” She moved her cell onto her lap, out of his line of vision, typed four letters, and then hit “send.”
“Put that phone down! Now!” Clyde held the bat up only inches from her head.
She didn’t move.
“Give it to me.” He reached over.
“Okay, okay. Calm down.” She pulled the phone out.
He ripped it from her shaking hand then fired it at the wall. It blew apart. “Calm, my ass! I want Tiffany. She’s my wife. Hand her over.”
“I told you, I don’t know where she is.”
“f**k that s**t. I know she’s stayin’ here.”
“Some of the women here don’t use their real names.”
“Quit stalling. I’ve seen her. Walking back from the diner.”
“You saw her? Why didn’t you talk to her then?”
“She got here and behind that door before I
