It made my head hurt, so I quit.It made my head hurt, so I quit. Big hands grabbed my shoulders. "Where is he? He's not at his townhouse, and he's not in any of the hotels..." Jesus. He knew about the townhouse? Beau wouldn't like that at all. "Where?" He shook me. It felt as though my skull were about to fall off. "I...I don't know." That was true, as far as it went, but I did have some idea. Beau, paranoid after our run-in with Decker, was probably sleeping in one of the nondescript vans he kept parked around the city. I wished I'd had the sense to join him last night, instead of pleading a headache and coming home. Now I really had a headache. |