Chapter Six
Palmieri shut the door behind her and climbed up the half-dozen steps to the garage. Spooner was there, sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, the door open. He acted casually, but she knew he must have gone through the little blonde b***h’s things and not found anything.
“Where’s the bag?” she asked him. He looked confused for a moment.
“The trash bag,” she clarified, holding up the bundle she’d made of the blonde’s clothes and shoes. The strapon was hidden inside it. He nodded quickly and leaned back to fish the big plastic trashbag out from under the passenger seat. He passed it over to her, but she didn’t take it.
“Open the damn’ thing up first, Spooner,” she said wearily. “And get the f**k out of my seat.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Spooner fumbled around with the bag, trying to
