CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Bri barely slept. Tossing and turning, she dreaded the new day. Talking to Hoburn seemed like the right thing to do at the time. All through the night while staring at the ceiling, she played out a dozen different scenarios. The knowledge that Blaser wouldn’t pay for Gary’s crime kept her going.
Her apartment was spotless. She’d been ready for almost an hour when there was a knock on her door. Hurrying over, she opened it and beckoned in Hoburn and the two men with him. After taking the time to scan the parking lot, she closed the door.
Leaning back on the door, she watched Hoburn’s cohorts move around her apartment checking surfaces and vents.
“Did you have to come as a trio?” she asked. “I don’t need three cops at my door in broad daylight.”
“I’d have been comin
