Chapter 9

Heat blossomed in my groin. I started to think of ice water, then glanced around again. Totally alone in what might have been a moonlit garden for all the flowering shrubs the church had planted. The ancient headstones might have been abstract sculpture.

“Come here and I’ll show you,” I growled, reaching for one wiry arm. 4: Cleaning Up

“I’m hungry again,” J.T. said as I closed the door to our room.

“Of course you are.” I heaved a sigh and hung up my jacket. I was going to spend as much feeding the kid as I had outfitting him. J.T. watched with interest as I rang for room service.

“They’re really going to make me a burger and fries at this hour? And bring it up to the room?”

“They will, but it’s coming out of—”

“I know, my paycheck. I’m not going to have a paycheck at this rate.”

“Not much of one.”

“I’ll have to get a job. And an apartment.”

You could live with me

Now where in hell had thatthought come from?