10
“Sydney.” Someone touched my shoulder gently, then a little less gently. “Sydney!”
Recognition of Lisa’s voice penetrated the dense layers in my brain as I jerked upright. My heart hammered, and I tried to get my breathing under control. In through the nose …
“Are you all right?” Lisa asked.
I nodded, inhaled again. “The last person who woke me like that got a bloody nose, so I think I’m doing great. What time is it?”
“Just after seven. You said I’m supposed to meet with Detective Lowry this morning, but I have an eight-thirty appointment with my fertility doctor.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “Lowry can wait.”
“You want to take a shower while I make breakfast?” Lisa asked.
She was already dressed in a short-sleeved blouse and knee-length, floral print skirt. Her hair was simple and h
