Chapter 57

Gil and Bobby sat around his kitchen table, both staring unseeingly into the depths of the bitter black coffee they were trying to force down. The unlikely duo who seemed to have formed some sort of commiserating bond over the death of the woman theyÕd both had feelings for were now coming to terms with the happenings of the night before.

Now that the haze of lust had cleared, neither man was sure of how things had gone that far. Bobby cleared his throat for the third or fourth time. He felt responsible somehow, almost as if he shouldÕve been the one to call a halt to the nightÕs events before they had gotten out of hand. But quite frankly, the last thing he clearly remembers is looking at the womanÕs ass with interest. What came next is all a blur.

ÒDo you think she drugged us?Ó GilÕs voice was scratchy and uncertain. He didnÕt even pick his head up, so embarrassed was he. He was a bit dazed and more than a little sick to his stomach by what had happened. Each time he r