Trescina strode through the small laundry room and past the sitting room before entering the kitchen. She listened to the soft sound of the door closing as her visitor walked in behind her.
She placed her cold mug of tea in the microwave, selected the reheat button and started it. Thirty seconds later, the chime drew her attention away from the man surveying the interior of her house. She turned to retrieve her cup while making sure to keep the tall man in her peripheral vision. She pulled out the steaming mug and placed it on the counter.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” she blurted out.
He paused with a wary expression on his face. It wasn’t hard to interpret what he was thinking. He was worried she might drug it. As tempting as the idea might be, she didn’t currently possess any sedati
