Chapter Fourteen
I didn’t respond before she signed off. I didn’t want to tell her I could feel the lions breathing down my neck. I was still walking that high wire, looking down at their salivating mugs. Perhaps I was nothing more than a snack to them but I was…fresh meat. It didn’t matter that my body felt older than its years, given the stress I’d put it under in the past several months. Still. A tasty morsel of a snack.
Beware the lions.
I kept that image at the forefront as I called Serena and—thankfully—received voicemail. After the fact, she probably realized she had more advice to impart and given that she was pretty much on a roll by the time we’d signed off, I just wasn’t in the mood.
Sighing, I left a brief message, asking about the death certificate and once I’d finished th
