Chapter Ten
Gray stared at the TV in the shitty hotel room he was cooped up in. The picture was terrible and was showing some daytime talk show. Gray took a puff of his cigarette. He had gotten into the city in the middle of the night, found this dump of a motel and crashed. He had been sleeping on and off all day, trying to figure out what he wanted to do next.
He didn’t know. Gray still wanted to know who was tipping off the cops that he had been at the accident. If Kristie backed him up through the alibi, Gray knew he could get off. But that would mean telling everyone that they had slept together, and Gray wasn’t ready for that. He had already dragged Kristie through too much.
He found himself thinking back to the night they had spent together. He thought about their frenzied kisses
