A pounding headache wakes Eloise from a dead sleep, and she crawls out of bed feeling lightheaded. She goes to the kitchen, where Anna has a stash of Advil in her cabinet above the stove.
She drinks three and two glasses of water, then sinks into a chair, propping her head on her hands. A movement to her left brings her fully alert.
“Well, if it isn’t Eloise Lautner, case number 22571,” Yohan mutters, leaning against the wall and holding a beer. She immediately gets the impression it isn’t his first.
She was not in the mood for him, so she stood and moved toward the hallway, but he slid over, forcing her to change the route to the living room instead.
“You’re quiet now, aren’t you, pretty lady?” He follows behind her and then steps in my way. She stops trying to go around him and head
