Matt had so much coffee in him, he was surprised he wasn’t buzzing the room. He had finally managed to catch a few Z’s, all of them taken in his chair. He tossed back a couple of ibuprofen to take the edge off his stiff neck, chased it down his throat with more coffee, and turned his restless impatience back to his study of Gwynne’s paper trail.
According to Sebastian’s report, Gwynne had been in touch with her agent about some chapters she still owed on her book. The contact had occurred during her stay in the hotel, so it didn’t mean she was still alive. If she was, they might be able to trace her when she sent the chapters over the Internet.
His headache tightened its grip on the sides of his head. He gritted his teeth and kept reading.
It was progress of a sort, but Matt didn’t want
