EGAN
Egan turned from his desktop as the clock chimed, indicating the top of the hour. The end of the workday.
He sat up, and winced as his still sore shoulder ached a little.
He was eager to rest up at home.
Primrose, he mouthed.
He slept well last night because of her.
Since that ugly night his father died, he had not had as good a sleep.
Sometimes he had dreams of actually getting on that plane, other times he had nightmares of the red-haired woman that ruined his life.
She was always in his dreams, and in all those dreams he seemed to find a more painful way to end her miserable life.
He shook his head.
He would not think of that now.
His mind traveled back to Primrose. Her presence was the only logical reason why he had slept so well.
Especially since he did not take
