CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENAsh knew he wouldn’t sleep tonight.
The hot shower had done nothing to relax him.
He had turned off the air-conditioning before he got into bed and opened the windows of his bedroom. Hadn’t put on his pajamas or pulled the sheet over his body and could feel humid air across his flesh.
Somebody was having a party in one of the other apartments. Loud music and a hum of voices with one woman who squealed. Friday night. No one would be calling the manager.
He closed his eyes and, immediately, returned to Town Hall.
When he went through the stage door, he’d faced bright lights and an uproar of voices. All the lights in the auditorium were turned on and hundreds of people seemed to be talking at once.
The curtains had been opened and McCorkle was standing in the center
