She glanced at the clock. Nine. Four hours’ sleep. She was surprised she had slept even that long. She heard nothing from the other room. Was Kelley asleep? She lay there for a moment. She’d had difficulty sleeping. Every time she turned, another part of her body hurt, ached or stung. Her ribs still felt the impact of the airbag, and the cuts were raw. All of them brought back the horror of last night. She finally rolled over to the edge of the bed, rose, and went to the window. People scurried down below, going to work or shopping or doing ordinary things. She still didn’t know exactly what had happened last night with Paul Merritta. She had no more idea now why he wanted to see her than she had yesterday morning. She only knew she didn’t want to stay any longer. If Paul Merritta had wanted to tell her something, he could have done it last night. Since leaving him, the car she’d been in had been run off the road, she’d been shot at and her brother had taken the bullet meant for her.
