Chapter 8

“What’s that?” Noah said.

“Fauré’s Requiem. It’s on the choir schedule for next year. Like it?”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“And sublimely beautiful. Can you go to sleep with it playing?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good, because I set the sleep switch on the receiver—it’ll shut itself off after the piece is over.” Tom headed to his bedroom, turned and said, “Good night,” and disappeared through the door.

Noah turned off the lights in the living room and went to his own bedroom. He stripped to his shorts, crawled into his new bed, and was almost instantly asleep.