Every time she felt herself start to surrender to sleep, worry reared its ugly head, pulling her back to awareness. Her continuing strategy was to stay awake all night and attempt to sleep during the day, operating on the assumption that the prankster wouldn’t strike in broad daylight. The snag was that she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure of that. She flopped over in bed, only to get a blast of sunlight in the face. One of the slats in the window blind was askew. Groaning, she sat up and reached for her smartphone. The bedside clock showed that it was half past ten, meaning she’d been trying to sleep for only a few hours. She’d gorged on caffeine and scary movies last night, the better to help her stay awake. She’d gotten a jolt of pure adrenaline early in the evening when Alex called. After the dart tournament, she’d been full of hope that he’d ask her on a real date. All he’d wanted, however, was a report on the investigation.
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