Nick couldn't even articulate a word, and he was really grateful that Jack liked his coffee cold because Valeria had left him soaking wet.

“You're not going to say anything?” she asked him.

“Yes, I'm following you,” he muttered, looking straight ahead and tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

Valeria got angry. “And you say it like that? So coolly? Why are you following me like a ghost?”

Nick opened the door and got out of the car. He looked around and then cornered her against the car.