TWENTY-TWO
IT WASN’T POSSIBLE TO DISLIKE TULSI. Not that she wanted to. After going upstairs, the men had their private little huddle, said their goodbyes, and disappeared.
Harry was doing some recce of the building that didn’t offend their hostess. Having showered and changed, Tess felt a little more human. The apartment was nice. Compact, but it ticked the necessary boxes. That pretty much meant it was weather-proof and didn’t contain people who wanted to bleed her.
Wandering through the living room, she went into the kitchen where Tulsi was chopping something.
“Did you find everything, Tess?” Tulsi asked without turning around.
“Yes, thank you.”
“There’s wine in the fridge, if you need a pick me up… Bourbon in the cabinet beside it, if you need oblivion.”
She breathed out a laugh
