Ashley slept like the dead. Ned poked her, only to verify that she hadn’t expired. She hadn’t.
She laid stretched on the couch appearing to have passed out. He barely slept all night. Instead he watched her sleep, pondered Crossroad’s recent murder, and constructed possible backstories explaining Ashley’s incision.
She appeared zonked out. “Perhaps I should have only given her one pill…”
But, she asked for two.