Chapter 9San Francisco, California
1976
As soon as Daniel’s eyes closed, the alarm went off. He rolled over, bashing the clock, knocking it to the floor, but that didn’t stop the incessantly chipper voice of the radio DJ from drilling into his brain.
“Daniel? Are you getting up?” Carol muttered.
He grunted, unable to open his eyes.
“Turn that off,” she moaned.
Daniel grunted again. He pried open one eye, looking directly out the window—into darkness. The sun would be up in about forty-five minutes. By then, he should be on his way to the site.
“Daniel?”
“I’m up, I’m up,” he grumbled. He sat up, reaching for the clock with tingling fingers. Finally, he found the OFF switch and the bedroom plunged into blessed silence. It would be easy to just fall back and…
No. No. Standing, he rea
