CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
I decided to put off calling Amy until a decent hour. I had already imposed enough on her good will by questioning her the day after her parents died. My mind was starting to drift, so I checked the clock. It was too late for anything but sleeping. Eventually, I figured that out and moved like a robot to my bed. And for the first time in ages, I didn’t have nightmares. I slept soundly . . . until the banging started.
I jerked upright in bed, my heart slamming against my chest. I had left the blinds open, but even the bright late March sunlight hadn’t awakened me. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. The pounding continued.
“Police,” a voice called. The voice of Detective Sully. “Open up, ma’am. We have a warrant to search the premises.”
Fuck.
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