Chapter 9“So, I’m like a psychic bloodhound?” Dustin asks from the passenger seat. The high neck of his coat and woolly red scarf hide the hickey Ronan knows he left on Dustin’s neck last night. He hadn’t meant to. He’d just gotten carried away, and he likes marking Dustin, a fact Ronan isn’t going to think about.
“Well, I wouldn’t put it like that. I drive us around; you try to get a vision. First we drive the length of the 180. Then we drive around buildings that fit the information we have, like places that have had mice infestations,” Ronan says, reasonably.
“It involves us driving around with me hanging out the window? Sounds like you’re using me like a bloodhound.” Dustin rolls his eyes.
“You don’t have to hang out of the window, just, will having it down help? I don’t know how ea
