Chapter Seven
I barely managed to keep myself from upchucking on Ramirez’s boots—though I noted he had moved a few steps away from both of us after divulging that fun factoid—and changed the subject.
“So, you’ll see about getting the Stantons involved?” Both of us nodded, though I assumed he thought Leah would be making the call. “By the way, where’s Nicoh?” Ramirez looked around, used to his pal venturing onto the scene when he arrived.
“Err…I’ll be making that call now.” Leah raised her phone and made an animated show of dialing while escaping to her room. Ramirez’s eyes narrowed and I felt them zero in, expectantly awaiting a response.
“Um, yeah, about that…” I found myself wringing my hands as I led him to the corner where Nicoh was sprawled on his side, snoring softly as drool gla
