Chapter 3

“I’m desperate, is all,” Lee whined.

“Obviously,” Derrick sneered. “Well, I’m not,” he went on. “You think you need that money bad enough to take it, you must need it a lot more than I do. So why don’t you take it and get the fuck out of here?”

“Wait,” Lee said, first looking down at the length of his own nakedness, and then across the room at the width of Derrick’s. “Get out? You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“'Cuz I was sort of looking forward to going again,” Lee said with a tongue-wagging leer.

“Yeah, I sort of was, too,” Derrick admitted. “But unless you’re looking forward to me calling the cops, you want to go.”

Lee set down Derrick’s wallet—without setting down Derrick’s money—and bent to gather up his clothes. He’d barely stepped into his jeans when Derrick opened the door. “Get out.”

“My boots…”

“I’ll throw 'em out into the hall if I find them,” Derrick said.

“It’s just…”