CHAPTER THIRTEENJoe
Cotter and Billy surveyed the living room of Jessica’s empty
condo. “Looks like she blew outta here, huh?” Billy said. “I think we freaked
her out.”
“Your sheer brilliance is surpassed only by your ability to
state the completely obvious,” Cotter observed.
Billy frowned. “Huh?”
“Exactly.”
The freckled redhead muttered, shook his head. “So we blew it.”
Cotter’s eyes flashed. “Did we? Or did we do her a favor?”
Billy nodded. “Yeah. I see what you mean.”
Cotter retrieved his cell phone and made a call. “She’s gone,”
he said into the phone. A moment passed, then he added, “Is that so?” Cotter
nodded and said, “Okay, thanks.” He ended the call.
“Here’s the latest. She’s flown the coop. Literally.”
He sighed and shrugged. “Like I said, maybe it’s for the best.”
