Chapter One
I’d pay a million dollars for a good night’s sleep. If I thought such a thing could be bought.
But it wasn't my nightmares that woke me at 0448 hours on a Saturday. It was my phone. I let it go. The ringing stopped. Three seconds later, it resumed.
I flopped toward the side table on which the phone jangled and flung my hand in its general direction. As luck would have it, my hand landed on the ringing object. Lucky me. Grasping the phone and blinking, I checked the ID. Marian Harcourt. WTF? I took the call.
“Yes?” I said. The word came out more like, “Ugh.”
“Erica, we’re in trouble,” Marian Harcourt whined into my ear. “Please come to the house. Now.”
I suppressed a groan and several colorful phrases. “This couldn't wait until the sun rose?”
“We’re in danger. And I can't
