CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
FERRARO LOPEZ USED her pass key to enter the dead manager’s rooms again. She’d searched everywhere else for her silver necklace with the angel charm. She’d worn the necklace since she was eleven years old, when her Madre had given it to her and told her it would protect her from evil. This was the last place she remembered being the night she lost it.
It had probably fallen off and dropped under a chair or the wardrobe when she’d been on her knees scrubbing the strange substance from the rug that night. The clasp on that chain had been weak for a while, and she’d been intending to get it fixed.
Sighing, she realized she’d waited at least one day too long on that task.
Hopefully it would just take a moment to find the necklace, and then she’d return to her duties in t
