But when we go in, watch where you step.”
“Why?” Taking her arm, he started for the entrance, again surveying the area all around them. “You have land mines hidden around?”
Priss ignored him. “It’s this way.” She took the lead, steering him toward the side entrance. Nearby police sirens screamed, competing with music from the bar next door. “I’m on the second floor.”
They passed a hooker fondling a man against the brisk facing of the building. Priss stepped over and around a broken bottle. Tires squealed and someone shouted profanities.
Distaste left a sour expression on Trace’s face. “This dive needs to be condemned.”
“Maybe, but it’s shady enough that no one asked me any questions when I checked in.”
“It’s also shady enough that you could get mugged, raped or murdered in the damned lot and no one would notice.”
Priss shook her head. “I’m not worried about that.” They went up the metal stairs, precariously attached to the structure.
After muttering a rude sound, Trace said, “There’s a lot you should be worried about, but aren’t.

Autor: Lori Foster