C39 Chapter 39

He stroked my hair with his bloody hands.

"The clothes?" Jason asked Pérez.

"In a bag inside the bathroom"

"Go shower" he pushed me gently towards the bathroom door.

I showered and opened the leather bag. A white shirt, a black muffler and a black pencil skirt were neatly folded and tucked inside.

With a helpless sigh I put them on, I blow-dried my hair and brushed my wavy hair to perfection