C17 Chapter Seventeen

Demanding Evidence

"DID SHE SAY she was me? Did she say she was Catelyn Travis?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I just remember she had nice tits and a nice ass and looked fancy rich and I couldn't picture why she'd be worrying about that piece of shit car. She didn't seem the type, you know? Her purse was worth more than the car."

"That's true," I mumbled, trying to take in what he was saying