I woke with a start. It was still dark, the lamp making a soft puddle of light. I glanced at the luminous face of my watch. 3 a.m. Last time I'd checked it was one 1.45. Despite my best intentions, I'd fallen asleep.
I studied Frida. She was on her side facing away from me, but I could hear her breathing. I had a cramp in my leg and my eyes felt gritty. I slid out of my sleeping bag and padded in my socks up to the end of the warehouse to relieve the cramp and wake myself up.
On my way back, I trod on something. It fluttered and squished under my foot. 'Ugh!' I gasped before I could stop myself. So much for the cockroach baits.
Frida sat bolt upright in her sleeping bag.
'Sorry, I stood on a cockroach.'
She rubbed her eyes. 'What are you doing up at this hour?' Her voice was sleepy, b
