I wasn’t due into work until three, so I fixed breakfast and waited for Steve to get in touch with me. A vain hope I suspected, since he had probably crashed as soon as he got home, which could have been just a couple of hours ago.
To kill time, I watched TV. Not terribly productive, but I wasn’t in the mood to do anything else. I caught the noon news, which of course covered the attack on Tyler and the interviews with both Steve and me. I wondered if we’d managed to push the right buttons to make the killer finally come after me. In one part of my mind, I hoped so. Another part was dreading the fact I could end up dead, if Steve wasn’t able to convince his lieutenant to give me covert protection. It had to be covert if this was going to work.
Where the hell could I hide someone in here? I didn’t think they’d want to spend however long in a closet. Oh well, the police are the experts. They’d figure out something without my input.