CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Then again, all is not the same as when I first got locked in here. Having slept, I feel amazing. I must’ve gotten at least a few additional hours of rest. Leaping to my feet, I whip out my sanitizer and wipe down every part of me that touched the floor.
Wow, my mind is sharp as a diamond. No wonder I couldn’t solve the case earlier. After months of sleep deprivation, I was a shadow of myself. I resist the urge to smack my forehead. Why did it take me so long to kick vampire blood? Given my work with insomniacs, I know better than anyone that lack of sleep can lead to impaired thinking, memory problems, and eventually even death.
Here’s how bad my memory had become: I’d forgotten about my lockpicks. I still have them in my pocket from when I broke into Bernard’s apa
