He’d slept about as well as he expected to, given that he was in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar town and a psycho had broken in last night with a knife. Caroline had fallen asleep as soon as he’d turned off the light, but she jerked and twitched most of the night, as though she were trying to catch herself from falling. “Are you okay?” he asked her, when he saw that her eyes were open. “Yeah,” she said. “Did that really happen?” “Yes,” he said. “I called Lieutenant Boyce. We’re meeting in Porter’s office at 7. You coming?” “You’re not leaving me here,” Caroline said, throwing off the covers. Sam told her to pack everything she had, because she was checking out today. Caroline asked where she was staying that night. “In the Crow’s Nest,” he said. * Things were moving at their usual leisurely pace on Washington Road.
