Chapter Twenty
I shed my night shirt, tossing it aside, and wander toward the bathroom like a zombie. Brush teeth, step in shower. The water washes the sweat away. My anxiety lingers.
As I go through the motions of making a minimal breakfast, my thoughts churn. The past few days’ events flash by in my head. I need to write them down. Use what I’ve learned to connect the players on my flowchart.
I force myself to meditate for ten minutes, then do my yoga stretches. To my astonishment, it helps. A little.
My thoughts turned to the fact that I still hadn’t heard back from Terry. Time to check up on him.
On the way to Terry’s apartment, I reviewed the myriad possible reasons why he hadn’t returned my calls. Perhaps he lost his phone. Maybe it died. I was convinced of neither scenario. Of
