TWENTY-TWO
A NEW DAY DAWNS
Incredibly, I slept through the night with not a single disturbance. I guess I’d been so tired that an earthquake might have found it difficult to rouse me once my eyes had closed and sleep took its blissful hold. I’d half expected to suddenly find myself sharing that terrible dream that Jack Reid had somehow passed on to William Forbes. Thankfully, no such terrors beset my sleeping mind.
Rising from the camp bed, I stretched, loosening the muscles in my neck, which ached slightly from the less than comfortable sleeping position imposed upon me by the bed. My clothes felt stale and dirty, but I decided not to risk waking Forbes by entering my room for clean ones. Better to let him sleep and wake naturally after the large dose of sedatives he’d received the pre
