Noah sat on the couch is Steph"s apartment waiting to be allowed to take her back to his place. She was curled against his chest dozing off. He knew without looking it was close to three in the morning. Some people called midnight the witching hour. He wasn"t sure why, but it was three to four a.m. he hated. It was the hardest time to stay awake if he wasn"t busy and, when he was at work, all the weirdest s**t came in around that time. A couple of weeks ago, he"d had to deal with a man who insisted that God was talking to him through stop signs, telling him to kill people. That was only the most recent of many.
A knock sounded on the apartment door. Noah started to get up to answer it, but Keith came in from another room.
“That"s the crime scene unit.” Keith went to the door and opened i
