“Stunned by the abrupt awakening, she watched the perky hostess on the screen of the small set atop Riley’s dresser for almost a minute before the time imprinted itself on her brain. Eight o’clock. Riley used his television for an alarm clock. Tango groaned. Her eyelids drooped back down. She’d seen a remote control around somewhere as she'd tumbled into bed late last night. She groped for it amidst the litter of Riley’s dirty clothes. “...all coming up in the next half-hour,” chattered the tele...vision hostess brightly. “But now here’s Oliver with this morning’s news.” The shot changed to a casually dressed man with a bank of cluttered desks behind him and a serious, deeply concerned look on his face. “Thanks, Jennifer. There’s been...” The man disappeared into silent oblivion as Tango found the remote and clicked it at the television. She let her knife vanish and collapsed back down onto the mattress. Riley got up at eight o’clock. She couldn’t believe it. Tango closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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