บท 30: Chapter Thirty

Her black stretch jeans, matching battle jacket, the red top that skimmed rather than hugged her waist, and Reeboks on her feet—that should take her anywhere with reasonable style and comfort.

Once fully dressed, she relaxed enough to lake some time over her hair and a bit of make-up. There was no telling whom they might meet and she wanted Collins to feel proud of her. Fortunately the sleep had done her good. She was no longer feeling like death warmed up, as she hadafter the long flight, and the queasiness had left her stomach.