12
“Three days.” Carla was doing one of her rage-around-the-hangar things. “Three days and that b***h hasn’t reappeared. And do we have a way to reach out to her? I ask you. No!”
Melissa watched her. Not caring. Not moving. She’d found a corner and stayed in it except when she was doing calisthenics to avoid losing her mind.
When Richie had walked away, Melissa had known she was screwed. She knew she was the Ice Queen inside.
She’d started taking long walks at night, despite the dangers of the Maracaibo streets after dark. But each time she’d returned to the room, he hadn’t come back, wasn’t there waiting for her. When a knock had finally sounded on the hotel room door the third night, she’d been far too angry to answer.
By then the Ice Queen was fully in place and would stay there un
