6
Audrey dragged herself from bed. After talking with her father and filling him in on the strange events, Ross Waldman, P.I., and Detective George McGowan, her usual routine to fall asleep didn’t work as well as it usually did. The few hours of sleep she had managed were interrupted with dreams. Visions of a dark figure standing in the shadows in her office, at the park, in her condo, plagued her sleep. The last one featured her pen on her desk at work. When she picked it up, it turned into a rose.
Hoping her morning workout would settle her nerves, she pulled on shorts and a T-shirt. She just started her routine when her phone chirped with an incoming text. She stopped the treadmill and checked her phone.
How are you this morning? Ross texted.
Audrey sighed. Her dad was the only one
