Surprisingly, she fell asleep almost instantly and only woke up when her phone rang. Jessica fumbled around her nightstand, her hand flashing across the playing cards.‘What time is it,’ she asked groggily, without opening her eyes or moving her head from the pillow.‘It’s just gone six,’ said Reynolds’ voice. ‘Where are you?’‘Where the sane people are: bed.’‘Are you on your own?’Jessica opened her eyes too quickly, allowing the stream of morning light creeping over the top of the curtains to dazzle her.‘Sorry,’ Reynolds corrected himself. ‘That’s not what I meant. I was trying to ask if everything is... okay?’Jessica heaved herself up in bed, pulling the covers with her. ‘Why?’Reynolds coughed and she could hear the vague sounds of traffic in the background, meaning he was outside. ‘There’s been an incident.’‘Where?’Jessica knew the answer before Reynolds gave it: ‘At Brenda Gale’s house.’‘What happened?’Reynolds’ voice was weary.
