Chapter 225: Melody

Thursday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.

MELODY USED ONE OF her hair clips to secure the hotel curtains shut and block out all the light. An ancient window unit chugged cooler air into the pay-by-the-hour room. They'd fled to an older part of the town that pre-dated the tourist boom and nightlife. She wouldn't call it a bad part of town, just a lot less glossy and polished. The people who lived here were born from generations of fisherman before they became something else. Before the rest of the world told them to be unhappy with their lives.

"Oh, God. Fucking hell." Vaughn groaned.

She glanced at the bed and bit her lip.

Whatever drugs Nolan had given Vaughn to get him mobile had worn off a good half hour ago. Melody hadn't said it, but she was worried about a variety of medical complications that weren't infection. Blood loss, sepsis, internal bleeding, organ puncture. The list went on. If they didn't get a real doctor to look at Vaughn soon, he could very well die.

"It's okay. This