Although she routinely functioned on only a few hours’ sleep, last night had been particularly rough. She’d gotten back home a little before four, but had been too hyped up to sleep right away, her mind busily turning over what Vasquez had told her. So she’d walked around her apartment, trying to...
Ryden screamed, and shut the door. There were thirty feet from the bottom of another stairwell, and the vague reddish glow from the exit sign provided her enough light to see Kennedy, motionless, facedown on the floor. “Oh, my God. Kennedy!” Ryden fell to her knees. “Can you hear me?” She wiped t...
Bryson said, when an hour had passed with no sign of Lars. “I’m starving. You?” “No, thanks. I had a sandwich back at the Den, and my stomach is in knots from the thought of meeting Maggie.” “Understandable.” Bryson went to the kitchen and pulled down a deep iron skillet hanging from a peg over t...
She hadn’t slept well, engrossed in replaying her conversation with Emery, and the restlessness finally pushed her from her cot at four a.m. Emery’s readiness to accept her sixth sense had encouraged her, as had her willingness to explore and understand their connection. She had displayed a lot o...