CHAPTER 3
Lia woke up to the insistent buzzing of her cell phone.
“What is it, Jerry?” she asked, still half asleep.
“Wake up, sunshine. It’s 8:00.”
“What?” She bolted out of bed and ran to dress in two seconds. Forget the morning shower, forget breakfast, no time.
She took the stairs instead of the elevator, which would have made her queasy stomach unbearable, and ran to the street. As she dug in her purse for her keys, which stubbornly refused to appear, her phone buzzed again, this time with a message: ‘Across the street.’
She looked up and saw Jerry, impeccable in a rented red convertible, waiting for her.
“Thanks,” she said smiling.
“What happened?” he asked, sounding worried.
And no wonder. I’m always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Usually, by eight, I’m already
