Cover of Night by Laura Griffin

Author:Laura Griffin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star

EIGHT

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FIVE WEEKS LATER

SAN DIEGO

Karly was going to be late. Again.

She eyed the digital clock on her microwave as she jerked open a cabinet and reached for the coffee filters.

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Frustration swelled inside her as she rummaged through the cabinet and realized she’d forgotten to stop at the store last night. It had completely slipped her mind, like so many other things these days. She’d been so consumed with work and interviews and dodging phone calls. Even the most routine task—like picking up groceries—was tough to remember.

She sighed and combed her hand through her still-damp hair. So much for that tumbler of coffee she desperately needed. And there was no time to stop at Starbucks. She could always skip the caffeine, but with barely two hours of sleep last night, that wasn’t really an option.

She grabbed a paper towel and stuffed it into the coffeepot in some semblance of a cone shape. She dumped in several scoops of coffee, added water, and shot a glance at the clock again. How had she managed to do this to herself twice in one week? She’d gone to bed so tired, so completely beat, and yet sleep hadn’t come. She’d spent hours channel surfing, only to drift off around dawn and sleep straight through her alarm.

With another glance at the clock, she rushed into the living room to pack up her laptop. She unplugged the cord and darted a look at the TV.

The face she saw there stopped her cold. It was the CNN correspondent from Manila. The one who’d camped out in the hotel lobby waiting for her. The one Ethan had given the slip to before meeting her at the service elevator and taking her up to her room and . . .

A wave of heat crashed over her. She stood there, breathless and unable to move as the memories flooded back. Every time, they took her off guard, and every time, she tried to push them away, to stuff them into the far corners of her memory banks with everything else.

The CNN guy was talking now, giving an update on the latest terror attack that had left ten people dead and four injured. It had a tagline, of course: Terror in Paradise. The story—along with pictures of the victims—had been dominating the news for weeks.

Karly snatched up the controller and switched off the television. The coffeepot beeped, and she went back into the kitchen just as her phone chimed.

“Hey, where are you?”

Drew. She caught the urgency in his voice as she reached for her travel cup.

“On my way in. Why?”

“Didn’t you get the message?”

“No. What is it?”

“The interview’s been moved,” he said. “We’re meeting at Shayla’s house instead of the studio. You need to be there at eight.”

“Eight? But—”

“Just get there, okay? It’s in La Jolla. I’ll text you the address.”

“There’s no way—”

“I’ll shoot the pictures first, and you can do the interview afterward. Just get your ass up there.”

He clicked off, and Karly stared down at her phone.

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