Chapter 14: Just Looking

The deadbolt of the casita clicked shut behind me, the latch settling into the frame with a quiet thud.

I sat on the edge of the mattress with my boots still laced, staring at the dark cedar floorboards. The scent of bourbon, cedar soap, and Cleo’s perfume clung to the collar of my shirt, an irritating reminder of everything that had happened upstairs.

Ten seconds. That was all it took for Vaughn