Chapter 13
“Sis! Damn, girl!” Paul’s voice from the phone echoed in the silence within the long, mostly empty shipping container.
Kate held the dead man’s cheap flip-phone just outside the little inspection hatch to get a signal, set to speaker so that she could hear it inside.
“I was getting worried about you. The cops have APBs out on you and some guy who is way better looking than your usual fare. So where the hell are you?”
Kate did her best not to look at Harold. He was grinning at her and he really was…Dammit! What was a red-blooded girl supposed to do with Harold-bloody-Merritt crouched beside her after sleeping on him for who knew how many hours? It didn’t help that his face was crowded inches from hers so that he too could hear the phone outside the tiny inspection port.
She
