I sneezed twice as I slid from the bed and disturbed Spencer. He stretched and then repositioned himself in the middle of my pillow.
It's not that I didn't want to stay in bed. I did. A day of lying around reading books or watching crap TV on my phone sounded amazing.
But someone was dead, and I had to solve the murder.
Anderson thought he had the shooter, but he only had one of them.
Two shooters had definitely been in that room.
That meant we had a killer on the loose.
My head rolled a little, but I pushed myself the rest of the way from bed and into a warm shower to help wake me after the long night of sleep.
The room had a chill to it when I left the hot water, so I dressed warmly in flannel-lined jeans and a thick thermal shirt with a pair of wool socks to keep my toes wa
