Bryn pushed the door of her motel room closed and leaned against it with a sigh of relief. It would take a long hot shower to get rid of the palm prints on various parts of her anatomy. Fortunately Jesse Mentel had been overcome by alcohol before she had to cuff him. Good thing, too. She had a feeling he’d have enjoyed it.
She flicked on the light, shuddered at the sight of the ugly little room’s aging cowboy décor and headed for the bathroom. She was almost past the bed before her brain registered what her eyes had seen. The single red rose and square white envelope on her pillow.
In the space of one breath, she pulled her weapon and did a fast but thorough check of the room. She wasn’t surprised when she found nothing. Phagan’s style was definitely hit-and-run. She sank onto the bed an
