Chapter 497
- It was sweltering outside, and inside wasn’t much better. No AC—just a tiny fan whirring away. Zayla Steele unpacked her suitcase, grabbed clean clothes, and took a lukewarm shower to take the edge off.
- She checked the time—just past nine. At this hour, Dan Funnel probably hadn’t gone to bed yet.
- She sat in front of the fan, her damp hair loose, letting the breeze cool her as she made the call.