Chapter 8
I woke Christmas morning to the sound of the room phone ringing. It took me a moment to figure out why. I’d gotten rid of my burner the previous night. That thought brought back everything else that had happened and for a second, before answering the phone, I heard the scream and shuddered. Then Coop’s cheerful, “Good morning,” wiped it out of my thoughts.
“Why are you calling at the crack of dawn?” I grumbled.
“We’ve got a plane to catch.”
That brought me fully awake. I looked at the time. Nine-ten, and counting down to eleven-thirty, when we were supposed to be taking off. “I suppose you’re already packed.”
“Yep. And downstairs eating breakfast.”
“I hate you,” I muttered. Not that I did. Not even close. But right now? “Thanks for waking me up,” I told him. “Next time, do
