Chapter 12
Angie awoke slowly, sunlight shining weakly in the window above her bed. She thought she could hear a bird chirping somewhere far away, but other than that, the only sound was of her breathing. She looked towards the open door, half expecting Marcus to appear at it with a tray of breakfast in front of him.
Don’t be silly. This isn’t some movie, and he isn’t the knight in shining armor.
She’d had trouble getting to sleep last night, but it hadn’t been for all of the reasons she’d come to expect. She was still worried about the killer, but had felt oddly safe and content in Marcus’s house. Her guilt over bringing Erica here was still there, too, but it was slowly fading – Angie was going to get justice for whoever killed her.
No, she’d had trouble sleeping because of Marc
