Chapter 110 Invasive Methods

• Ava
• Chris turned to me with a tired expression on his face. “Let’s head back to the hotel,” he said, nodding his head toward our waiting town car. “And have a decent drink that’s not overpriced whiskey.”
• I nodded, letting him take my arm as we walked down the steps. For the entire ride back to the hotel, he was mostly quiet—only pointing out the occasional restaurant or interesting sign. It seemed as though we both had plenty on our minds tonight.