TWENTY-TWO
Flavia blinked at the uncomfortably hot Styrofoam cup in her hands. She was slowly recovering from the shock of...what exactly had happened? Jay had shoved her under the water, but when she and the hotel manager had managed to free her, he was out cold. Had the manager hit him? Flavia didn't think so. Tangled with him the way she was, she'd have felt the impact of a blow. Unless she hit him before he'd landed on her, and that's why he fell...
She shook her head. It didn't matter. This whole mess had turned into a disaster of epic proportions. Yet here she was, nursing a cup of tea that she had no intention of drinking.
Flavia knew what to do when disaster struck. It was time to cut her losses and head back to Perth, so she could catch a plane to Bali. Days of cocktails by th
