19Dawna’s orange couch hugged me like an old friend. Last night, I’d unfolded it into a bed and slept like a babe in arms. After my challenging afternoon, I was glad to be back in its undemanding embrace.
Dawna had left our shared room first this morning. She’d pulled on her Navy blazer and khaki slacks and raced off to confer with Investigator Lee at an undisclosed location.
I’d lingered to arrange today’s meeting with Neal and do my online research. Except for the unmade bed, I’d left the place shipshape when I’d gone to collect my rental car.
Two hours ago, I’d returned to chaos.
Wrapped in a white terrycloth robe, Dawna sprawled on the bed in a nest of rumpled sheets and blankets. Her hair was damp and her eyes were locked on the TV. The picture changed rapidly, showing a successio
