Chapter 17The day had started out so well, but ended in exhaustion, doubt, and suspicion. Oliver hadn’t managed to sleep more than a few hours at a time before he decided to just sit in bed and let the quiet ease his thoughts. The curtains remained closed, so no lights of the planes to comfort him tonight. Tonight, the exposed view would only carry the fear that the guy in the mask would appear on the deck. If that man was Tony or a complete stranger, it didn’t matter. Tony was missing, the man in the mask had stabbed Dylan and Una and could possibly hold the key to shattering the security around Oliver’s house. How could he sleep? How could he do anything except sit there, stare at the closed curtain.
The darkness of the room had lightened just a shade, so it was probably going on five A
