Chapter 22
I didn't sleep well that night, and I spent more time pacing the floor than lying down in bed. Poor Shaylee tried to follow my footsteps, as I went back and forth. It was about two o'clock in the morning when she gave up and curled up on the end of the bed, occasionally looking up to see if I was coming to join her. I kept going over everything that had happened since Krista's murder. There was something in the back of my mind that was nagging at me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't know if it was something I had seen or something I heard in a conversation, but something was eating at me.
Finally, I gave up any pretense of trying to get sleep and when out in the living room to curl up in the lounge chair. I turned the music down softly and let my mind wander. It wa
