“Thank you.” I touched his arm. “Especially for your help last night, this morning, and now. I just hope they find Bill’s—” I stopped speaking, and my hand went to my heart. “You said Bill was shot!”
“Yes, didn’t they tell you how he died?”
“No. I just assumed someone ran him off the road.” I rubbed my throbbing forehead. “I’m their top suspect. They didn’t tell me because they hoped I’d slip up. Sorry, John. This nightmare is giving me a headache, can we talk later?”
“Don’t you worry, no nightmare can last forever. You’ll see. It’ll be over soon!”
I sighed. “From your mouth to Gods’ ears.”
He gave me a halfhearted salute. “Get some sleep.”
* * *
Amazingly, I slept well and awoke around six P.M. Exactly twelve hours had passed since Bill died, some of the longest hours in my life. I
