Chapter 46
A hidden figure lay sleeping in a king sized bed with a comforter pulled up to an unshaven chin. A light wheezing could be heard from the bed’s occupant, and the lumpiness of the bed rose up and down in concert with the snoring.
The stillness was suddenly interrupted by a harsh ringing that came from a decades-old wall phone. A sharp, abrupt snort from the bed, and then the figure bolted from the covers. Muttering under his breath, Sheriff Lyman Grayson reached for the source of the buzzing that had interrupted his slumber.
“This better be good.”
He listened to the voice on the other end, holding the phone in one hand, while rubbing his eyes as if to push the dreariness away.
The room was just big enough to hold a nightstand and a five-drawer dresser, which had been purchas
