CHAPTER FIVE
After her evening drink with Potter, the plan was for Layla to return to the office to email Mandy a full report. That time had come and gone; Mandy would be seething. No doubt Potter had taken his business elsewhere already and had probably called Mandy to regale her with the tale of their meeting.
With darkness upon them, she didn’t object when Ruger took them to a drive-through for food then pulled the truck into a motel parking lot. She remained in the truck listening to the radio while he went inside to pay for a room.
What had this Ruger guy packed for her? Did she have something to wear in bed? Shampoo? Toothpaste? The corporate account at the bar and her stashed apartment key meant she hadn’t needed her purse. It would still be in her bedroom. That translated to no
