Tick Tock by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2022-09-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-three

Philadelphia

It was only 6:00 A.M. when Myra crawled out of the king-size bed in their suite at the hotel. Charles stirred and reached behind him. He sat up. “Myra?”

No answer. He jumped up, pulled on a robe, and shuffled into the living area of the hotel room. Myra was sitting on a window seat, staring into space. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, Charles, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You haven’t slept well in two days. That’s not going to bode well for you if you keep it up.”

“I know. I know. This has been such a disastrous week. I’m almost afraid to see what horrible thing is going to happen next.”

Charles sat down and put his arm around her. “Listen to me. Nikki is going to be okay. Did you hear Libby’s story about her incident? She’s fit as a fiddle now. It gives us hope.”

Myra rested her head on Charles’s shoulder. “I hope you’re right.”

“Remember, we have to keep thinking positively. Things have made a good turn already. We are back in business, so to speak. Libby and Izzie are going to hunt down whoever got into Jack’s computer. He’s going to have to stay off of it until Libby can install a new firewall. Jack checked all of his accounts, and none of them were hacked. Makes you wonder why.”

Myra’s eyes went wide. “Because they were trying to locate him, that’s why. It’s all starting to fit together, just as we thought. Whoever did that to Jack, did this to Nikki.” All of a sudden, Myra had a burst of energy. “We are going to find this person, and he is going to fry.” She got up with renewed energy and stomped into the bathroom to run a bath. She called out over the loud running water, “Whoever did this is going to be sorry he was ever born.”

“That’s my girl!” Charles was beyond delighted to see Myra be Myra again. He phoned room service and ordered a continental breakfast with a side of bacon. A few croissants and some crispy fat should renew Myra’s appetite.

Half an hour later, Myra was drying her hair as their food arrived. The young server placed the food and dinnerware on the dining room table. “May I get you anything else, sir?”

“That will be fine. Thank you,” Charles said.

The young man gave a short bow and exited. Myra came from the bathroom exclaiming, “Do I smell bacon?”

“You do, indeed. Here. Sit. A little nourishment.”

“Nourishment and bacon do not belong in the same sentence.” Myra smiled as Charles pulled the chair out for her. “Oh, Charles, you are a love. I do feel like some of the cloud has lifted.” Before she could take her first sip of coffee, the phone rang. She halted, cup in midair.

Charles went to the phone. “Good morning.”

“Mr. Martin? Dr. Jarmon.”

Charles steadied his nerves. “Yes, Doctor?” Myra was still frozen in position.

“I have some encouraging news.”

“Do tell.”

“The swelling has greatly subsided, so there is no need for surgery.

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