The Plight of Chloe McMurderess, continued …
The Plight of Chloe McMurderess, continued …
The café and bar on one of the side streets set back from the main tourist areas around the Calle Gerona was dark and quiet. NBF ordered coffees, mine a flat black, his a flat white, which might have had some psychological significance, but I couldn’t think what.
The café and bar on one of the side streets set back from the main tourist areas around the Calle Gerona was dark and quiet. NBF ordered coffees, mine a flat black, his a flat white, which might have had some psychological significance, but I couldn’t think what.He also ordered a mixed tapas platter for two but I wasn’t hungry; my stomach was still knotted tight with tension, a deep sullen unease that refused to go away despite NBF’s calm,
