Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

CHAPTER SIXTY- SEVEN ~NARRATOR~ Nora tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day over and over again. She wondered what was waiting for her at the address she had been given. Was it a dead end, or was it something more? She couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something big. But as the hours ticked by, sleep still eluded her. Her thoughts kept racing, and her eyes remained wide open. She tried counting sheep, drinking some warm milk, and even reading a book, but nothing seemed to help.

"What can I get for you tonight?" "Beer for me," I said, settling in. It felt nice to get out and away from the Compound for a bit. I could relate to what Kalyssa was feeling. I guessed that drugging her and holding her captive wasn't the best way to go. "Same," River and Cruz said in unison. "So, what're you all up to tonight?" Robert asked. It was late, after all, and usually people didn't come out this late. I shrugged. "Meeting Elias. He's getting off work in a bit."

Bianca drove them to the party, which was raging on with a few people already passed out on the front lawn. So much for being fashionably late, Bianca thought to herself as they made their way to the party. Passing the drunk people puking out in the yard. As usual, Anna wandered off to look for Adrian, leaving Bianca alone. Bianca would just find a corner where she would just sip her drink while occasionally scrolling through her phone to pass time. She would also try to find Anna, from time to time, and make sure she was fine. It was almost midnight, people were starting to leave and Bianca wanted to go home too. She was looking for Anna when she found her making out with Adrian at the corn

“Yes, and it seems everything is intact. The police were notified, but luckily an officer at that precinct owes me a favor. Everything will be returned to you this morning.” “That’s a relief. On top of everything, I really didn’t want to get a new car and a new phone.” I crawl back into bed. “Are you still tired?” “A little. Want to nap with me for a bit?” “Just a bit?” “I have to work this afternoon,” I remind him. Lucas frowns. “I know you enjoy working at Novel Grounds, but don’t you find it difficult to hold a human job when you’re, well, you?”

He ate quickly and went to the study, he said goodnight at the bottom of the stairs and went to the east wing instead of to bed. Nora watched all of this and said nothing. She was learning the difference between distance that meant danger and distance that meant work, and she was not yet certain which this was, so she waited, she walked the garden. She drew in the room with the wide window. She reread the page from the folder until she knew it by heart. On the third night she could not sleep and she went downstairs for water at two in the morning and she heard his voice. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

The yellow rays of the sun shined on my eyes through the wrecked window of my room. I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the footsteps rushing towards my room that shook my entire body, and my sleep went out of the window. The fear of getting caught took over me. Caught by him. I quickly pulled out my gun, which was under my pillow. Climbing off the bed, I stood in front of the closed door of my room with my gun fixed on it. "Andrea," shouted Claire from outside. Her voice calmed my racing heart and relief flooded through me. I lowered my gun and walked to the door. Claire’s worried eyes met mine when I opened the door.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

Sweet Dreams: Nora’s dreams were nothing but blood filled. She kept seeing everyones face and now Joel’s face was added to her nightmare. She jolted up right in her sleep throwing something very heavy off of her. She heard him grunt as she looked over at him. The moonlight flooding in from the bedroom window shone perfectly on him, highlighting him. His face was frowning as if he was in pain. Nora looked at him, her hand reaching out and brushing over his face. At her touch his brows moved back into a relaxed position. She smiled seeing his reaction to her. He was shirtless, her eyes wandered down his defined chest and abs. Her fingertips brushing down over his neck and then slowly down his

If he thought too hard about his Mastercard bill, that burger he ate would probably come right back up. He turned on the local top forty station and David Lee Roth blasted out of the speakers, singing “Just a Gigolo.” Riley didn’t really care what music was on as long as there was noise. Noise helped him think, which was reason number 108 why he could never live in a quiet little town like Smiths Hollow. Of course, Smiths Hollow wasn’t quite as quiet as advertised. During their conversation the previous night Nowak had casually mentioned that two murdered girls had been found in the yard of some old biddy.