News of the murder hadn’t made it on TV yet, but they were finding out somehow. The cops held them all for questioning, lining them up in the hall downstairs. Several stood there crying in each other’s arms, but I couldn’t tell if it was over the loss of their sugar daddy, fear of being outed or ...
It was like being back home. I dressed and checked Deacon’s room, but he was already gone. I hadn’t heard him leave the house and wondered if he slept. He had left my room around five that morning. We stayed up counting the money in the suitcase—$38,235. It was more cash than I had seen in one pl...