Chapter Thirty-Four
Blake
“You might want to get home.” Sarge glanced at his watch as he came into the break room. “Snowfall is expected to be somewhere around six inches.”
“Damn, does it ever stop?” I snorted and pinched the bridge of my nose. My eyes were dry from all the computer time I had been doing. I glanced toward the conference room where Spencer had locked herself away from everyone. I didn’t blame her. She was used to writing alone in the dark, and here we had her like a fish in a bowl. Everyone constantly watched her every move, but it was the only way they would allow her to stay. It must be almost impossible for her to get into the right head space to write.
“She’s a lot stronger than most give her credit for.”
“I know.” I yawned. “I just wish the whole thing with Will h
