The apartment was quiet...
Melissa sat with her legs crossed, one hand resting on her knee, watching Lena pace the length of the bedroom with the phone still in her hand.
"End it there." Melissa had instructed quietly, about two minutes ago.
And Lena had. Right at the crucial moment, right when the information had just landed, she had cut the call exactly as instructed.
Now they waited.
Melissa looked at the clock on the wall then she started counting in her head. She was going to count to 120. Two minutes...
"One. Two. Three..." She counted on.
The logic was simple. If Rowan Donovan felt anything for her at all, even a fragment of concern, even basic human reflex, his phone would be in his hand within thirty seconds or at worst two minutes if he needed to rub the sleep from his face to wake properly and process the information. A callback, a message or something.
She kept counting.
Lena stood near the window, arms folded, not speaking.
The clock moved.
