Link to Chapter Six. CHAPTER SEVEN Technically Wednesday should be a day off, but I had to carry the pager. Still, the blasted thing kept blessedly quiet while I puttered around the house, dusting furniture, washing windows, and giving the fridge a deep scouring. Keeping my hands busy helped tamp down the internal shouting — “You idiot! You couldn’t just back off, could you! Why didn’t you let it go?” — that had wakened me in the wee small hours and interrupted my attempts at slumber.
Dead Ringer: Chapter Seven
Dead Ringer: Chapter Seven
Dead Ringer: Chapter Seven
Link to Chapter Six. CHAPTER SEVEN Technically Wednesday should be a day off, but I had to carry the pager. Still, the blasted thing kept blessedly quiet while I puttered around the house, dusting furniture, washing windows, and giving the fridge a deep scouring. Keeping my hands busy helped tamp down the internal shouting — “You idiot! You couldn’t just back off, could you! Why didn’t you let it go?” — that had wakened me in the wee small hours and interrupted my attempts at slumber.