I looked up from the computer at Devlin. “Excuse me?” “I don’t understand how someone can be so alert when I know she didn’t sleep last night.” My face burned, and I refocused on the email in my inbox. “I don’t know how you could possibly know that, Devlin. You’ve been dead to the world thanks to Percocet since last night. Are you ready for your next dose?” “I’m wondering when we’re going to suit up for Ned’s funeral.” I squinted at the clock on the upper corner of the computer. Eight-forty. “It’s not until ten. We’ve got plenty of time.” “We should leave by nine-fifteen, Helen. The weather report says the roads are solid ice. What’re you doing anyway? Is this about the case? I figured something must’ve happened when you and Orion sneaked home in the middle of the night. It was related to our case, wasn’t it?” I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “We should get ready to leave. If the roads are really so bad, I’ll have plenty of time to fill you in on the way to Saint Angelo’s this morning.”
