“Not yet. Top of the agenda.” He scribbled himself a note on a yellow sticky.
“Better hurry. It could be as early as tomorrow morning, though I wouldn’t expect it until late afternoon.” My mind flashed the image of Peter tearing his way through the restraints, screaming like he was burning alive. I shivered. Don’t think about the pain. It won’t help. It’ll come when it comes.
Westley put a hand on my shoulder. “We’re going to get you through this, bro.”
“I know. I know that.” I ran a hand through my hair, trying to ease the crawling-skin feeling. “Lousy timing on all this. I’m needed here and I can’t think straight long enough to… Have you heard from the nonres pairs? They should have reported in by now.”
“They have. A minor problem here and there, nothing that can’t wait.”
“How is Au
