I tried to sleep but didn’t succeed. I mean, between David Blackhead, the discovery about Francesca’s daughter, and this whole Trichloris thing, it was no surprise really that sleep eluded me.
After some thinking and tossing, I finally decided to get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get a drink; not anything alcoholic though, I didn’t think grandpa Blake would be happy about me getting drunk in the middle of the night.
I got to the kitchen, switched on the light and jumped in fright as I saw something on the cabinet. “Whoa!” I exclaimed before my eyes focused and I saw that my object of fright was actually Denise poised elegantly on the cabinet with a pink laptop in front of her. “What in the world are you doing up this late?” I asked her.
“What are you doing up this late?” she retur
