Chapter Fifty-One:
Nick led Inga out to the BMW the next morning. He knew his performance had been less than stellar the night before, something which now made him feel horribly self-conscious. But at least he had stopped short of embarrassing himself by apologizing.
Guilt ridden in the knowledge Cloey lay comatose downstairs, along with the news Suzie was missing, possibly abducted, and with the frightful images of Asha’s mutilated s*x still fresh on his mind, he had found it difficult to do Inga the justice she deserved.
Deep down, he figured he had fuckin’ blown it.
He’d had his one shot at the big b***h from Sweden, and had really blown it.
Nick had taken Inga upstairs to the bed he had shared with Cloey for the past seven years. Stood while Inga shrugged off the bathrobe and watc
