Chapter 5
The story of Pender’s murder was still an item on the news, with my picture front and center as the killer. As a result, Trent insisted on moving me again. When he said that, I had the feeling he intended to take me to his place. Not an idea I was in favor of on several levels. First off, it would put him in danger—legally if the cops found out, and physically if Seaver and Wilson wanted me out of the picture before I could tell my story to the police. Unless they were very stupid, they had to figure I might be able to describe Seaver.
The other reason was personal. I didn’t want to find myself in a position where my old feelings for Trent blossomed again. Not, as I said, that I ever loved him—I don’t think. But damn, we were good in bed. Even thinking about it now made my c**k
