Chapter 36
Carol Lynne Miller: How are you? Where are you? I'm worried.
I sat on my bed, waiting for his response.
Nothing.
It was quarter past ten in the morning. He was probably busy at work. Lord knows that firm was probably in disarray.
Poor Charlie.
After washing up in the ensuite, I went downstairs to the living room and did some research for a side client. Even though the bed sang its siren song, promising hugs, warmth, and rest, I couldn't afford to stop working.
That nagging feeling clawed at my gut, and I'd changed tactics and phoned Charlie, before I lost my nerve.
No answer.
Shoving aside the dread, I went outside and brought in the newspaper that was tossed on the lawn.
Unfolding it as I came back inside the house, my stomach seized.
On the front page were pictures
