Chapter Nine
It was never a good idea to drink too much when you had to go in to work the next day. It was an even worse one when you weren’t used to drinking in the first place, and your job involved peeking into other people’s minds. And let’s just leave aside altogether my meltdown over Elizabeth D’Onofrio’s picture. My eyes had looked puffy and red when I woke up, but after I pressed a cold washcloth against them for a bit, they seemed to go almost back to normal.
Thank God the cottage was well-stocked with coffee and tea. I drank coffee when I really needed an extra jolt, but tea was gentler on my system, so I got out a box of Darjeeling and set the kettle to boil. Even after I’d had a few sips, though, I realized the Darjeeling wasn’t quite enough to quiet the headache raging insid
