CHAPTER 21
STUPID O’CLOCK IN the morning, and the helicopter door rattled as I slammed it shut. f**k this s**t.
I was furious with Ethan because he’d kept his penchant for prostitutes from me and angry with myself for having the wool pulled over my eyes. No, not just wool. A whole f*****g sheep.
How could I have been so blind?
Otis was waiting for me when I landed in Redding’s Gap, the car engine running and the air conditioning on full.
“Back again, eh? Waste of time, if you ask me.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask you then, isn’t it?”
What I didn’t admit was that I was beginning to think he was right. My short tone gave him pause, and we spent the rest of the journey in silence. Thank goodness for small mercies.
At the prison, the grim-faced wench whose job it was to search me was in a
