Chapter 36
Interrogation
Bar drummed her fingers on her desk. It was a habit she"d developed when she needed to think. It was either that or get up and pace in front of her window. What she really wanted to do was run screaming down the street in anger, frustration, and fear. Instead, she was reduced to tapping out a steady rhythm on glass.
Getting to her feet, she left the office and went into the apartment. Pushing open the door to the bedroom, she peered inside. The only light source came from the IV pump. Cutler was lying on the floor on the air mattress Bar had loaned her. She was asleep, completely unconscious to Bar"s presence. It was the sleep of utter exhaustion. The sleep of a lapie finally allowing herself to rest with the belief she was safe. If Bar tried to wake her now, sh
