Otherwise, she’d be crawling the walls. Or she’d scream or maybe scratch her eyeballs out. Neither of the options appealed, so she paced the floor while Santiago lounged on the bed. “You’re going to wear out the carpet,” he said observantly after half an hour. She shot him a mean glare, but it didn’t dim his grin one bit. “No, I think the stress will kill me first. Are you going to call him or not?” Arms tucked beneath his head, he shrugged. “I don’t know – maybe around two-thirty or three. He’s a night person, la muñequita. I need to catch him at the right time, when he’s alone or almost alone.” Her jittery nerves couldn’t stand it and she told him so. “Then let’s go gamble awhile,” he said as if he made a reasonable suggestion. “We’ll play a few slots, have a little fun, and pass the time.” Sara paused, hands on hips. “You’re kidding, right?” He sounded amused and maybe stifled a snicker. “No,” he said. “I wasn’t. Let’s go down and play.”
