CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next morning, she stuffed handfuls of the pharm packets into her backpack, wrapped the rest into her long underwear, and shoved the remainder into the wall safe. When she pulled the curtain aside, the sun peeked through cumulus clouds. Linda needed sustenance. Figured she’d check out the breakfast buffet before beginning her role as a genuine tourist. While tying her boots, the phone rang. “Hey Miss Linda, this is Milo. I’m supposed to make sure you arrived safely.”
“Oh wow, hi Milo. Nice to hear your voice. So far, everything’s fine. And you?”
“This is a great island. I might check out Butchart Gardens today.”
“You’re already set up and everything?”
“Done, done, and done. Don’t forget I left before you, had a shorter flight, and I’m an overachieving techno-geek
