C H A P T E R - E I G H T E E N
I opened my eyes to the sight of morning. The lights in the warehouse were over the kitchen, and I knew they were on. Although Falcone was on the phone, I could hear him mumble.
I shifted to the bed's edge, lowered my body, and searched for my nightshirt. I located it, looked for my underwear, discovered it, and then stood up. I shimmied my underwear up in bed after pulling my nightshirt over my head, forcing my arms through. I then exited, made my way to the restroom, did my business, and then made my way back out and down the steps.
While on the phone, Falcone continued to wear his uniform of a skintight, long-sleeved shirt and cargo pants. He already had his boots on, and his hair was a little damp.
As I approached him, he was leaning one hand against
