#SavedForNow, #LinzCrisis
Linz’s hotel shower cubicle was getting another workout. This time, washing off the past twenty-four hours was going to be a hard ask. My head back, the water deluged over me. Lucky it wasn’t one of those low-flow showerheads.
As I sat on my bed in a robe with wet hair, my laptop rang. I flung open the lid and there was a Skype call from Jane coming through.
‘Nice outfit, Katie.’
‘Sorry, I didn’t have time to…’
‘Don’t worry,’ she interrupted. ‘I won’t take up much of your time. I’ve been up for about thirty hours and could use some sleep myself.’ It was late afternoon in the US and Jane had been online in crisis management mode since I fell asleep last night.
‘Yeah, I understand more of what this job takes now.’
‘Don’t worry, this isn’t the everyday.’ This
