The Wrong Man: A Novel Of Suspense - Plot & Excerpts
She jerked awake every hour or so, startled, as if roused by a sound that was out of place. Each time she lay in the twisted sheets straining to hear, wondering if X had returned and was creeping around her apartment. She told herself that he couldn’t be, that the door alarm would have begun to shriek. After waking again just before six, it was clear to her there was no chance of falling back to sleep. She made coffee and sat at the island, replaying her encounter with X. She still didn’t know what version of the man she was supposed to believe. What she did know was that over the past few days she’d fallen behind in her work and she needed to snap into gear. Of course, this would require faking it around clients, pretending that life was perfectly peachy when the world really seemed to be spinning off its axis. She showered, dressed, and, yogurt in hand, let herself into the office. Outside on Elizabeth Street, a vehicle rumbled along the pavement, probably a van making an early morning delivery to a local shop, but that, and the hum of the refrigerator in the galley kitchen, were the only sounds.
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