Fall Gently (Red Light: Silver Girls series) by Debra Kayn

Finally, Dawson said, "Three bullets to the chest."
    She opened her mouth to get more air. "Where? Where inside the house was he killed?"
    "Roni, you don't—"
    "I need to know everything." She swallowed down the nausea that attacked waiting for the information she needed, knowing she'd made her decision on what to do after her contract ended at Red Light. Good or bad, she wanted out of the Network. "If I'm going back to Seattle with you, I need to know."
    The bed shifted. "In the kitchen of his house as he sat at the table drinking his morning coffee."
    She opened her dry eyes and stared into the darkness. "Thank you."
    Vince was dead.
    At the end of her contract, she'd have a year's worth of money saved up. Her job paid well. If she stretched every penny, she'd have plenty of time to find an honest job without selling herself. She only needed a way back to Seattle and Dawson had offered her a ride.

Chapter Thirteen
    D awson toweled off his wet hair after taking a quick shower. His days and nights were fucked up. He had no idea what time it was anymore.
    He walked out to the living room and found Jeremy still sitting on the windowsill in the Ryan Hotel looking down on the street.
    "Thanks for waiting." Dawson bunched up the towel and threw it to the corner of the room. "What do I need to do to get Roni out of the Network?"
    "She agreed to leave with you?" Jeremy folded his arms across his chest.
    "Last night, she mentioned going back to Seattle." Dawson sat down on the couch. "I don't know, though. She's not saying much, and if I come right out and ask her, I'm afraid she'll step back. Hell, she might've even changed her mind already."
    "You need to get her to commit to going with you. When she does, Tiff can make the call to the Network for her. They like two weeks warning to find another worker to send on to the next bordello but at this point with Red Light shutting down for good soon, I could give a rat's ass about the rules." Jeremy rolled to his hip and removed a can of chew from his pocket. "Any chance you can hurry Roni along and she can quit early?"
    He rubbed the back of his neck. "Any reason why you seem to want her out before her contract is up?"
    "Stress isn't good for Tiff." Jeremy pinched his fingers in the can and put the snuff between his lip and gum. "There's also talk about the new sheriff coming in to take the place of the retiring sheriff, and he wants a closer look at the county next month before he takes office. I'd like to have Tiff safe and no worries over any surprise visits while there are prostitutes in the upstairs of the Sterling Building. Trying to keep Tiff stress-free means I'm doing what I can to make sure she doesn't have a bunch of shit to handle."
    Dawson stretched his arms along the back of the couch. He'd only known Jeremy for a year before he was transferred back to Washington State Penitentiary. The Moroad MC president served at least fifteen years in prison if the rumors were correct, and he couldn't picture him settling down with a wife and kid on the way.
    "How's your dad doing?" asked Dawson.
    Jeremy scoffed. "I could call him up and have him swing by, and you can see for yourself."
    Dawson shook his head. "I'll take that as he's doing fine and skip the visit."
    "Smart decision." Jeremy pushed off the windowsill. "If you're going back to Red Light tonight, you better get your ass in gear."
    He grabbed his boots and slipped them on, lacing them loosely. When he'd left earlier to run back to the hotel, eat dinner, and grab a shower, he left his return to Red Light up to Roni. She hadn't asked, so he wasn't going to turn down Jeremy's offer to go.
    Roni needed to work tomorrow night, and he planned on sleeping in her bed if she let him. He'd found out she slept better when he was there to put his hand on her head and calm her dreams. And, he liked that he could do that for her.
    Outside on the sidewalk, he flipped up the collar of his jacket and walked into the snow flurries. Federal