(Vaughn)
I woke up to sunlight coming through the window.
For a second I forgot where I was. Then I remembered.
Ashley's apartment. The spare room.
I sat up. Looked at my phone. Eight thirty.
I had three missed calls. All from the same number. Officer Bradley.
I put the phone down. Rubbed my face.
I needed to call Gerald. My lawyer. Get his advice on what to do.
But first I needed coffee.
I got up. Got dressed. Went to the kitchen.
Ashley was already there. Making breakfast.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning."
"Coffee's in the pot."
I poured myself a cup. Sat down at the table.
She put a plate in front of me. Eggs and toast.
"Thanks," I said.
"You sleep okay?"
"Not really."
She sat down across from me. "What are you going to do?"
"About what?"
"The police. They're not goin
