Chapter 220: Grant

Thursday. Private Residence, Ibiza Town, Ibiza.

GRANT GLANCED UP AND down the well-kept suburban street. It was late morning, almost early afternoon, and there wasn't a soul to be seen other than him and Melody in this part of town. Not awake and coherent at least. He had counted at least four people sleeping on lawns and a few signs advertising rooms for rent.

How had Nolan and Vaughn wound up all the way out here? Had Melody read the note right?

The address the internet comment had led them to was clear on the other side of the city from where they'd been attacked.

"This is it." Melody gestured at a large, square white house.

Unlike some of its neighbors, this house appeared recently renovated. The exterior was pristine, almost spotless. A few palm trees swayed in the breeze. Wooden pergolas created exterior living spaces, one of which appeared to be a bedroom for people who didn't mind sleeping on lawn chairs. A collection of beer bottles circled them like some kind of