I, however, had approximately zero desire to sleep again at this point. I made a pot of coffee in an attempt to battle my own attack of the yawns, then took another look through my notes to see if anything new would come to me. I was grasping for anything at this juncture that could point me in the right direction. I felt like I was running in place while the time until the next full moon rapidly slipped away.My cell phone rang as soon as I’d poured my second cup. I glanced at the clock. Four a.m. Calls this early were seldom good news.“Detective Gillian? This is Detective Powell in Narcotics. I’ve found one of your people.”A surge of sick dread went through me. “Oh, shit. Another body?”“Huh? Oh, no. Nothing like that. Her name’s Michelle Cleland, and I just arrested her for prostitution and possession of crack cocaine.”I nearly swayed in relief. “Oh, that’s fantastic. Where is she now?”“She’s in holding. I just finished booking her in.”“Powell, I owe you.
