Apparently he was too fastidious to want to watch her as she took a piss, and she was grateful for that much. Of course, it was the one place she could send a private text. She took a disposable phone, one she’d activated weeks ago but hadn’t yet used. She’d have to toss it after tonight. Sending a text, she included the password along with her message. Can you get there? A few seconds passed before the reply came. Damn, timing is tight. I’ll try. But may not happen. Good enough. She deleted the message. Dismantled the phone and flushed the SIM card. Tucking the bits and pieces in the pocket of her robe, she left the bathroom. Please. Let him find something. * * * THE meeting was tonight. About time. Mike was tired of being Mike. Tired of playing the nice guy.
