This is going to work for me.
I sat there next to Melissa with a plate of rice on my knees and let that settle properly. The plastic was still warm from my hands. The greens had gone cold.
And underneath it I was already working the other half, which was getting out of here.
Half a day in this basement and it had stopped being somewhere I needed to be. Sherry was out there. May's message was still sitting on my comms with that flat certainty she gets when the numbers have already told her the answer. Tomorrow they'd be in the capital.
And Vince was somewhere between here and them.
The two women are in the fertile window.
[ Yes. And it's the right time to move. What's building in them will break under the right pressure. ]
I heard them. I don't need it explained to me.
Melissa set her tray down beside her thigh. The plastic clicked once against the mattress. She shifted her weight and the bedframe gave a soft metallic complaint under both of us.
