Chapter Six
Jonah
I jammed my knife into the carpet and tore through the fabric, creating a jagged square that I then tossed into the container. The smell was worse than normal, but what did you expect from the rich b***h who had the heat set to ninety-eight, thinking it was cold. Maybe lay off the blow, and your blood would flow better. Well, I smirked, guess it doesn’t matter now. Her cold gray eyes stared straight up at the ceiling.
I caught the side of her blouse and, with my glove, peeked inside. Meh, I’d seen better.
“How’s the knee?” My buddy Tim helped me pull a larger piece of carpet free.
“Not bad, just twisted it playing basketball.” I almost laughed at myself. I’d never played basketball, nor did I know many people who played, but I knew I needed to look like less of a lon
