Chapter 7Dane kept refilling his mug until the coffee pot was empty, and all of the late night hosts had signed off. He kept the television on even though there was nothing worth watching for the company. His fingers trembled a bit. It was probably from the caffeine. Drinking an entire pot of coffee was never a good idea. His nerves didn’t need the stimulant, and sleep had already been a very distant possibility. Now it probably wasn’t going to happen at all.
A sharp knock on the door drove his heart to his throat. His first thought was Guy, and fear made his pulse jump. Phone calls and visitors after midnight were never a good thing. Nobody called or visited after midnight just to chat. Every life changing conversation he ever had had come between the hours of twelve and six. His fingers
