Five days later
Jo headed over to Satan’s a bit earlier than usual, nursing a massive headache and summoning up the nerve to approach Ice and ask him to take her home now. It was day four of having to get in a vehicle with him – and she was as nervous and uncomfortable that day as she’d been from the first. Not that Ice was overtly rude or mean or anything, but he was just… Ice. He was emotionless and unspeaking, as implacable and bleak as a vast Arctic landscape, and she had come to positively dread the two thirty-minute drives a day with him.
She’d tried everything to make their time together bearable: chatting with him, asking him questions to try to draw him out, inviting him for coffee before work. In every one of these instances, he’d delivered hard sideways glances, deafening sil
