There is no rest for the wicked as Christa runs a scan throughout her room for bugs and finds what she suspects. If she had taken the chance to bring anything with her, her cover would have been blown.
Unpacking her suitcase, she takes great care to note how everything is packed, convinced they will be going through her things, she just wants to know when it was done.
Marco might be introducing her to the family, but she isn’t convinced that they are completely trusting her yet.
She showers and is dressed and ready by the time Estelle knocks on her door with a cocktail in hand.
“Hi sweetie, I thought you might want something refreshing after your nap.”
“Oh, wow, that is refreshing.” Christa laughs at the taste of the rum in the drink.
“Well, we are on an island, and I thought somethi
