“What did she say to you?” Travis demanded.
Dean didn’t respond.
Instead, he glanced down the hall toward the dining room, where the cards, empty bottles, and scattered cash still lay on the table. Then he looked back at Travis and said quietly, “You are out of your mind.”
Naomi stepped out of the bedroom.
She didn’t look like someone who had just been cornered. Pale, yes—but composed. Controlled. One hand held her phone.