Nine
Battling rush hour traffic out of the city wasn’t nearly as harrowing as my trip in, but it still took me nearly a half hour to get back to my apartment. Mercifully, you couldn’t go more than a couple blocks without hitting a Dunkin’ Donuts so I’d grabbed a bagel and a large coffee before heading inside.
Some part of me knew it was all in my head but that first sip of coffee set my synapses blazing, jolting me awake more than I’d felt in days. It wouldn’t last long. I intended to take advantage of it. My laptop sat askew on the living room table where I’d left it in the wee hours this morning. My throat and ribs ached, as if to signal a revolt if I tried to attack more of the video footage. Knowing I wasn’t in a place to handle more a***e—at least not without a lot of extra protecti
