Ring! Ring!
Next morning, I groaned in bed, remembering the nightmare of Ted’s body turning into Rena’s as it went up in flames. I’d killed plenty of people but never had any regrets until now. I hit the alarm clock, stretched my arms in bed, and sat up against the headboard. Her bags weren’t near the bed, and I didn’t hear anyone come inside. I checked my cell but didn’t have any missed calls.
“It’s almost ten in the morning,” I mumbled to myself. Her flight was supposed to come in at eight a.m. I dialed her number, and it went straight to voicemail, so I hung up and tried it again.
“You’ve reached Rena Clark. Please leave a message at the beep.”
Ring!
Renato’s name flashed across my screen, and I hurriedly answered.
“You talk to Rena?” he asked, my ears perked up at his question.
