11
When Andrew opened his eyes he knew the light was wrong, it was too high, and the room was wrong too. Lisa was shaking his shoulder.
“Andrew? Wake up. We must have fallen asleep. Mark will be worried.”
Andrew stretched his arms toward the ceiling in an attempt to shake some life under his skin. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, and there were four missed messages from Mark and five missed calls.
“I have to go,” Andrew said. “I should probably talk to Mark, and then I’m headed into the office.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“I know, but the Jennings and Associates case is bothering me. I want to dig through Maynes’ old office and see if there’s anything useful in there.”
“I can go with you.”
“You don’t need to give up your weekend, Lisa.”
“I don’t mind. I don’t have any other plans.”
