Michel
“What are you doing?”
I lift my head toward Antony, who’s just finishing pulling on a sweater in the hallway. He walks toward me as I carefully close the door to my room. Vanessa Ortiz could climb out the window if she were really determined, but I’m convinced she won’t. After all, she followed José willingly, and more than anything, she’s far too exhausted from recent events to still have the strength to fight against us.
“I need to talk to you,” I announce to Antony as I start down the hallway.
“Where’s the girl?”
“In there,” I say with a wave of my hand.
“Huh? You killed her?”
“No.”
We head down the stairs to my office, which will give us a little more privacy.
“No?” he insists. “What do you mean?”
I flop down on the sofa, stretching one leg across the table where Vanes
