8
Once Elizabeth left, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt my shoulders relax. It had been a busy couple of days and I was looking forward to a long nap with nothing to do till later in the evening. I changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, fell across the bed and pulled the comforter over me. Just as I started to slip into the arms of Morpheus, I was jolted awake by a ringing phone. Damn! I should have turned the phone off. It was Gale.
"What are you doing right now?"
"I was napping. Or beginning to."
"Oh, I’m sorry. I woke you up." There was a note of desperation in her voice.
"No, you’re not sorry. What’s up?"
"I . . . uh . . . we could really use your help here at the Eye."
"Oh! Okay. You want me to come down? What’s happening?"
"Maybe it’d be best if I explained when you g
