“He had a little snow on his boots and remained on the rug in front of the door, dropping his duffel to one side. Julie spoke. “Don’t worry about the snow. I track it in all winter and clean the carpet every spring. Just make yourself comfortable. You want to go straight to bed or do you want coffee? There’s a fresh pot.” “Coffee sounds great, if you don’t mind.” He was too keyed up to even think of sleep. Besides, he’d dozed a lot at the sheriff’s office, where he’d spent most of the da...y out of sight in a utility closet. The pills had helped, but he wasn’t ready to take more yet. Right then he’d reached the state where the pain in his hand wasn’t driving him nuts, as if his brain had gone on overload and refused to handle any more of it. “I’ll join you,” Julie said. “Saturday, no school, no sleep necessary. By the way, the guest room is ready for you. I made it up while I was waiting.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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