Chapter 12He dreamed of fire. Woke up sweating around four a.m. Knocked off a blanket to try and cool down.
Closed his eyes and doused the flames in his mind.
Next thing he knew it was 6:15, not a waking hour for private detectives, not unless they were just coming home after casing out a joint, or on any all-night stakeout. That hadn’t been the issue, which meant Jimmy was asleep when he heard his phone ring. He hoped to ignore it, but the second ring pierced his brain. The third demanding he answer it. His eyes still closed, he failed to see the caller ID as he grabbed it off the bedside table.
“Who the hell is this?”
Jimmy was not at his most social so early in the morning.
“It’s Brenden.”
“You’re up early.”
“I’m guessing you’re not.”
“I think I’m dreaming. What. Do. You. Want.”
