Chapter Ten
I woke up on Phil’s couch. The clock by the front door said 11:00, and the AC was on already. It was freakin’ February, and we had to use air conditioning in the morning. I threw off the blanket and sat up. I could hear Phil whistling somewhere in the near distance. Probably in the kitchen. Last night—this morning—I hadn’t told Phil anything when I arrived. He had shown me the couch and handed me a pillow and a blanket. I lay down, and that was all she wrote.
Now I grabbed my phone and texted Hayword. “I couldn’t sleep. I’m not drinking. Do you need me to come home?”
He immediately wrote back. “No, we’ve been on the road for hours. All seems well. Hey, have you seen Fern’s purse?”
“No,” I lied. “Maybe she left it in the Garden House. I’ll check when I get back. Have a good
