Chapter 6
As soon as Trent had picked up the doctored photo from Regan, his photo expert, and closed for the day, we returned to the condo. On the way, I pointed out an alley where I knew I could probably find clothes to wear for tonight’s foray. He parked close to it then insisted on joining me while I went dumpster diving. It was a lower-class neighborhood made up primarily of older homes and inexpensive apartment buildings. I got lucky and found what I needed. It amused me to watch Trent’s expression at one spot as I pulled out and then discarded some T-shirts which I told him I’d probably have kept if I really was searching for anything wearable. They were stained with God only knows what—even I didn’t want to know—but other than that, and the fact the necklines were ragged and stretc
