Chapter 24

The week went by in a blur without me getting any rest, but I managed to have potential candidates listed out for Jean-Pierre to meet up with after the weekend. I was knocked out cold by Friday night, unaware to the impending doom looming on me.

My phone, both cell and landline, blared incessantly the next morning. There was banging on my door and it panicked me so much that I fell out of bed as I ran towards the door, wondering what on Earth was going on. To my groggy self, it felt like the world was ending and sirens were blaring.

“Lyra?” I groaned and let her in, “Jesus, please pull all the curtains together. I can’t see.”

“Have you seen the tabloids?” she demanded, rushing around to do as I asked. As the apartment grew dimmer, I got a better hold of my mind and plopped onto the couch to massage my head. The phones had stopped ringing finally and there was nothing but silence weighing down on me heavily.

“I just woke up!” I informed her with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

“Shou