179 TWISTS ON THE DANCE FLOOR

“Good evening, Renee,” Shawn said as Renee got into his car. “I'm glad you called. I wasn't expecting it to be so soon though.” She sighed as she wore the seat belt. “Neither did I,” she said with a frown on her face. “Judging by your expression, I’m guessing you're not in a good mood,” he observed as he started the engine. “I'm sorry for being this way. I hope it doesn't ruin your mood or whatever,” she apologized with a small smile. “It's fine, really,” Makes it faster to get the information I need to get. “Since you're in a bad mood, I know just where to take you and don't worry about whether or not you'll get recognized. You can wear masks there,” he told her. “Great,” she said, heaving a sigh of relief. The last thing she needed at that moment was for her to get caught on camera wherever he was taking her which was probably a club or maybe worse. Looking out the window, she sighed. I can't believe I'm in the car with the lover of the girl I murdered and worse sti