Chapter 61 ~ January 8 The Death CardIt was a cloudless morning, the sun arcing through the turquoise Arizona sky, streaming through the French doors in Camelia’s bedroom. The fierce light warmed a patch on the polished concrete floor where two matching fuzzy mutts sprawled, paws twitching in secret dreams.
Dust motes waltzed in lazy circles as Camelia’s head pounded in time with her pulse. Her eyes burned, her throat was parched. She was dehydrated and hungover from yesterday’s long travel day and too many cocktails on the plane, but she didn’t have the luxury of a day in bed. She had a long list of things to do before returning to work tomorrow, but it was early yet, a long time until noon, and a little holiday day-drinking was allowed, wasn’t it? Camelia popped a couple of ibuprofen an
