Chapter 24Brian lay on the couch around two in the morning. His fitful sleep didn't begin until almost four. Disquieting dreams of amorphous shadows lying in wait and faceless attackers stalking the unsuspecting interrupted his sleep. He woke up sweating with the ringing of the telephone working its way into his consciousness. He glanced at his watch. It was eight thirty.
“Hello?” Brian said in raspy, morning voice tones.
“Brian? This is Lloyd Martin.”
There was a click and a greeting from Barbara on the upstairs line.
“I'm glad you're both on. I've got some news,” Lloyd said.
“What is it?” Brian asked anxiously.
“I think we can eliminate any possibility of charges against either of you and get the whole thing wrapped up quickly.”
“Really?” Barbara asked with excitement in her voice
