Vee shivered under her blanket, curling tighter against herself. It didn't matter what she did, she couldn't seem to get warm. As far as she was concerned Canadians were insane for embracing their frigid cold environment. She saw them, out and about, doing their daily business and playing outdoor winter sports. Packed into fluffy snow outfits like sausages. If she'd had a choice, Canada would probably not have been on her list of places to flee. At least not during the winter months.
But her choices were slim. Cuba would have been her first choice. She'd had good relations there, with Tony's former countrymen. They hadn't blamed her for his death. In fact, they had seen Tony as a weak leader, a man prone to vices, an embarrassment to the underworld. But she stood out in Cuba and the islan
