Chapter 11The next morning was fresh and bright and the city busy and crowded as Jamie settled into the taxi beside Trey. She apologized as the grogginess took over and she yawned wide and loud.
Trey smiled his TV smile and patted her arm. “I know about jet lag, don’t worry.”
Jamie sucked in a huge breath to stifle the next yawn, and said, “My mother gave me these sleeping pills. They work too well. My body doesn’t know what time it is.”
“If I knew you were sleeping, I wouldn’t have kept pressing the bell. But with yesterday’s events, I got worried. There should have been someone there.” Trey’s tanned face dimpled whether he smiled or frowned.
“There was a detective here when I went to sleep last night.”
“Maybe it’d be better to stay somewhere else.”
“I’m better there,” Jamie said. “
