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 determine whether anything was missing or had been moved. It was useless. She was constantly losing her remote control, her keys, and assorted other items in the clutter. A hot shower and three cups of coffee didn’t do much to invigorate her. Two hours of sleep simply wasn’t enough, and if she tried to do it all again tonight she’d be useless at work tomorrow. She probably wouldn’t have to spend as long in Brooklyn this time, but Manny might get to talking again if he had a few drinks. And if what he had was of interest, she knew she’d stay as long as necessary to hear him out. Her best option, she decided, was to ask her editor Greg for a little personal time and move up the meeting.
