Page 60 of Sentinel's Kiss
Sentinel shook his head. Idiot. He decided not to tell Warden that Naomi was probably pissed because he didn’t invite her upstairs for a little action. Let him figure that out on his own.
“What about you?” He arched his eyebrow at Ryder and was surprised when she looked away.
“I was with Travis,” she said.
“What?” Sentinel’s boots hit the ground.
Evil did a double take and Warden’s jaw fell open.
“Not all night,” she grumbled.
Sentinel snickered. “Yeah, I hadn’t pegged Munson as having the stamina.”
She glared at him. “He kicked me out.”
“Were you eating crackers in bed again?” Warden asked.
Ryder sighed. “No, apparently he didn’t like coming up to bed and finding me already in it.”
“Doesn’t he like women?” Evil asked.
“How did you even get in there without him knowing?” Sentinel asked.
“I climbed up the wall and his window wasn’t locked.”
“Cops.” Evil shook his head. “They think they’re invincible when it comes to break-ins.”
“You did that parkour Spider-Man shit?” Warden asked, making hand gestures.
She nodded.
“That’s hot. He’s a damn fool.”
Ryder shrugged. “He’s my alibi. Not that I’m going to need one. I wore a red wig when I went after my guy. We took his car to the Commack Motor Inn.”
“Classy fella,” Evil said.
“After I beat him to death, I stuffed him in the trunk and drove to an area where the car was probably stolen in about five minutes.”
“Goodbye, Earl,” Warden said.
“Huh?”
“It’s a song by the Dixie Chicks. He became a ‘missing person who nobody missed at all.’ ”
“Something like that. Anyway, Travis thinks he knows where I was, and it looks like we all have good enough alibis. I’m not sure how the Judge is going to react to you freelancing at the Poconos Hunting Club, though.”
“Don’t tell him,” Warden said.
“Wasn’t me,” Sentinel said.
“Now we’re quoting Shaggy songs?” Ryder quirked her eyebrow. “The Judge isn’t an idiot. He has to know about the connection to the hunting club and your sister.”
“According to Beverly, there’s a vigilante killing the wives of the men who abused him in that log cabin,” Sentinel said. “He did it.”
Ryder considered it. “Except no one knows about Beverly but you.”
Sentinel wagged his finger. “And two other prostitutes who should have found the bodies a long time ago when they went to work this morning. I bet they’re freaked out enough to go to the police when this all hits the fan, and the other vigilante will get blamed. Not us.”