The first thing I did after that (besides hyperventilate) was forward the creepy e-mail to Kip with the subject line: READ THIS! CALL ME!! Then, I tagged it urgent (in case writing in all caps didn"t get the point across) and sent it to Kip"s personal e-mail. If I"d sent it to him at work, our e-mails would"ve become public records that anyone could read--even Mr. ICU! All he"d have to do was request a copy under the Sunshine Law. Not that it made a difference; he seemed to already know our every move.
even Mr. ICU!Kip didn"t respond, of course (why would he at two in the morning?), but I knew he"d see the message when he woke up. He always read the news online and checked his e-mail before going to work. Now, I just had to find a way to distract myself for the next four hours. I opened m
