Through the slowly dissipating fog in her mind, she could hear male voices yelling at each other in Italian and kept her eyes closed as she tried to figure out where she was.
She was no longer wearing the book glasses!
Then she remembered entering the Shangri-La Hotel looking for Garza. Apparently, she’d found him or, more accurately, he’d found her. She was sitting upright in what felt like a single leather lounge chair and was pleasantly surprised to discover no restraints on her arms or legs.
“Boss, it’s been over five hours. She must be conscious by now!” one of the men said in Italian. “Maybe I should throw her under the shower to wake her up.”
“How much ketamine did you inject into her, you son of a b***h?” another man asked, also in Italian.
“Shut the f**k up, you sons of bitch
