Chapter Twelve
I wake up in the mattress store with a start.
In my sleepy state, I completely forgot about the shooters from before.
Someone could’ve easily killed me in my sleep.
I also realize I never told Lucretia about what happened today. She probably would’ve taken me somewhere safer to nap if I did.
I look at my phone and nearly fall off the bed.
It’s almost 8 p.m. My little siesta turned into an all-day affair.
Jumping up, I run for my office, only stopping in the gym to brush my teeth.
Then I text Nero that I’m done with therapy and take the elevator to the top floor.
“That must’ve been a hell of a session,” Nero says when I step out of the elevator.
“Yeah,” I say carefully. “I feel much better.”
No need to make Mr. Polygraph realize I was slacking.
“You even look bett
