Ritchie couldn"t sleep. As much as she and Moreau had toiled all the hours of the day researching poisons and learning tons—if nothing useful—her brain really wanted to keep going over all the details. She wanted to talk to someone, to keep discussing things until some new lead emerged.
But Moreau was snoring softly on the bed next to hers, and Ritchie didn"t want to wake her.
As quietly as she could, she threw back her covers and pulled on her clothes, carrying her boots until she was at the bottom of the stairs and well away from any sleeping cadets. Once she had them on, she crept out the back door and down the patio steps, past the expanse of lawn until she could wander in the hedges.
Well, she"d been wanting to do that since they arrived. She wasn"t going to enjoy it now the way sh
