Twenty-Three
I left Helen at the Archman home to wait for the crime scene technicians. I called Chloe to find out how John was, but it went straight to voicemail. Either she had bad reception in the hospital, or she was declining my calls. I didn’t blame her. I would have been mad at me too if I had been in her position.
I drove back to Anna’s and let myself in. Anna had already gone to bed, and it was after 11:00 p.m. I realized I hadn’t eaten since lunch, but in spite of that I wasn’t hungry. Just tired, tired down to my bones, mentally exhausted from everything that had happened in the last few hours—it was just hours, wasn’t it? It seemed like days. I got to my room, took my shoes off, and collapsed on top of the covers.
I must have fallen right to sleep because I started dr
