Chapter 87Sophie was sprawled out on her bed. She hadn’t bother to get undressed when she arrived in her apartment less than two hours earlier. She’d simply locked the door behind her and collapsed face first onto her mattress where she was now snoring and drooling. She stirred and wiped the film of drool off her cheek as her phone slowly woke her up. Without opening her eyes, she reached into her pocket, retrieved her phone, and answered. “Whaaaaat?”
“Miss Carmichael?”
“Who the hell is this?”
“This is Arturo.”
“What do you waaaaant?”
“Look, I know you’re probably still fatigued from the last couple of days, but I need your help with something. When can you get in here?”
Sophie groaned as she struggled to stay awake.
“Are you still there.”
Sophie forced her eyes open, rolled onto h
