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375 pages, Paperback
Published April 22, 2022
Matthew walked along a narrow hallway into the ass-end of the restaurant, where a makeshift dining room jutted into the parking lot at a 90-degree angle from the bar.
Though Priscilla wasn’t fond of cops (small dicks, and everyone knew it), she wasn’t being evasive. She wasn’t sure that the events of the previous evening had happened. One minute she was fleeing that creepy house on the coast, and the next she was running up the staircase to her room. The cops were already acting like she was a bit of a flake, giving her the look that cops give edgy young women who might be lesbians.
“No, stay here. Please.”
[Female character] nodded and Matthew went to retrieve [her] tote from the rented Ford Focus, hurrying back inside when he heard gunshots. [She] had found the guest bedroom. The door was closed. After tapping on the door and leaving the overnight bag in the corridor, Matthew went into the master bedroom, sat on the bed, and stared at the moonlit ocean.