Rockabye Murder by Diana Orgain

Author:Diana Orgain [Orgain, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lemonade Press, LLC

Chapter 12

To Do

Follow up with Deb on Monte/Todd interrogation.

Tell Dave that Todd is scheming to poach students.

Ring shopping with Galigani!

Install baby-proofing system.

Dance lesson! Is it too soon to sign Laurie up ballet?

Meet with Petunia about fundraiser.

* * *

An oppressive pounding sound tugged at the edges of my consciousness. I groaned and rolled over, trying to maintain the perfect relaxation of sleep.

But then a shrill sound cut through the drumbeat of Jo-Jo’s construction work. Laurie was crying. He’d woken her up too. I grumbled but clambered out of bed, keeping my eyes closed. My feet traced the pathway to her room by sheer muscle memory.

“Hey, peanut.” I cracked one eye open and pulled her out of her crib. “Should we feed you?”

We returned to the bedroom I shared with Jim, and I climbed back under the covers with her and positioned her to nurse. Her squalls settled almost immediately, and I scooted backward so that my back touched Jim. This was a perfect morning.

The obnoxious drone of a power tool replaced the pounding that had first woken me.

Well, almost perfect. “It’ll be over soon,” I whispered to Laurie. “He’ll finish all the work and we’ll have a perfect nursery for the twins. And you’ll be the world’s best big sister.”

Was that coming from the backyard? Why the heck was Jo-Jo working in the backyard?

Plus, it wasn’t yet seven—why did Jo-Jo have to start his work so darn early? I let myself hover between wakefulness and sleep while Laurie finished nursing. When she was done eating, I forced myself to fully wake up. I stood, craning my neck to stretch out the tense muscles. “We should change your diaper, huh?”

Jim stirred in bed, and I called, “Can you make some coffee? I’ll just have half a cup. I need a kickstart this morning.”

He sat up, yawning. “Sure, sure.”

I took Laurie back to her ducky-themed nursery while Jim padded down the hall to the kitchen. The sound of the coffee maker and the promise of even the tiniest bit of caffeine from our decaf brew perked me up. Someday the nursery would be done, and we wouldn’t be woken up so early. Of course, the twins would keep us up at all hours of the night—but at least I wouldn’t be pregnant and I could start drinking a reasonable amount of coffee again.

I glanced at my phone, wondering when I could expect a call from Deb. Maybe I’d text her. I opened my text messages and saw she’d texted me at two in the morning.

Girl we need to do a GIRLS NIGHT SOON. I LOVE YOU!

Judging from that text, I shouldn’t expect a call anytime soon—no doubt Deb would sleep late and wake up nursing a giant hangover. I sighed. Sometimes I worried about her.

Instead, I texted Galigani, Can you find out anything from your contacts at the station? Deb out of commission with a migraine.

Galigani used to be on the police force, so his contacts were broader and deeper than mine. He’d

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