Deadly Pursuit Winter JenningsChapter 6 West Virginia
Matt picked me up at Reagan — I could get used to this. He drove directly home, directly to his Georgetown crib. We were showered and in bed ten minutes later. ‘We’ being Matt and the redheaded Barbara Reynolds. My fella was especially aggressive, frisky, upbeat. I didn’t mind. My tummy registered a faint disapproval signal at skipping lunch, but I explained, “Chill, we’re on our way to Shake Shack.” Specifically to the one near Dupont Circle. Shake Shack, in case you don’t know, is a...