TWENTY-THREE
NAZ
Okay, maybe when I said I knew she’d be the death of me, I hadn’t realized how soon she’d be the death of me. I think I’ve already had two strokes and a heart attack today, and it’s not even lunch.
I mean, I know I’m stubborn. But Eva injects the word stubborn with steroids until it’s about the size of the Incredible Hulk. I’ve known pit bulls less determined than her.
She keeps close to my side as we check into the hotel, so at least there’s that. If I had to deal with her wanting to wander off on her own to tour the city, I might as well stab myself in the heart and get it over with.
“Nice view,” she says from the window of the elegant suite.
“It’s not about the view, it’s about what’s beneath it.”
She looks down. “The canal?”
“Water’s a good escape route if ther
