Sixty-oneLani farewelled Kaleo and went back to the Occidental to run a long hot bath and soak off the grime clinging to her after her dinner with de Vile.
What a stealthy python of a man he was. Her cheeks were hot at the thought that he’d achieved high office with morals that stank to high heaven. The arrogance with which he’d suggested she lie to discredit Aristide settled heavily upon her. He’d resorted to blackmail before. Most likely it was his normal method of operating.
A shiver ran up her spine. She would ensure she was careful from now on, but really, what could he do to her? He would hardly gun her down in the street, and she’d done nothing wrong.
She luxuriated in the silky water, softened and perfumed by bath crystals the hotel provided. After a good long soak, she stepped
