CHAPTER 6
The first thing I did after that (besides hyperventilate) was forward the creepy e-mail to Kip with the subject line: READ THIS! CALL ME!! Then, I tagged it urgent (in case writing in all caps didn't get the point across) and sent it to Kip's personal e-mail. If I'd sent it to him at work, our e-mails would've become public records that anyone could read--even Mr. ICU! All he'd have to do was request a copy under the Sunshine Law. Not that it made a difference; he seemed to already know our every move.
Kip didn't respond, of course (why would he at two in the morning?), but I knew he'd see the message when he woke up. He always read the news online and checked his e-mail before going to work. Now, I just had to find a way to distract myself for the next four hours. I opened my
