CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Wednesday—Day 3
Cory woke to the sound of his phone ringing. His mouth felt as dry as if he'd gargled with sand before going to bed the night before. He swallowed a couple of times to get his saliva glands working before picking up the call, trying to check the number but unable to focus on the digits.
‘Cory Miles speaking…’
His voice was so weak that he couldn't quite make it to the end of the sentence.
‘Hello, Mr. Miles, it's Imogen Franklin from the library.’
Jeez, what time is it?
Cory moved his phone closer, then further away from his eyes, trying desperately to find a focal point. It was after eight o'clock. He'd missed his run and would have to rush at the speed of a miser with a coupon code to get in to work on time. And there was Bianca to pick up, too.
‘Hi
