"Hey, wait, Howie, that's not right. Didn't the boss just wake up? Why are you telling her to sleep again? Shouldn't we be..."
"Shut up!"
Howie shot Chad a glare.
Chad quickly clapped a hand over his mouth.
The two of them didn't say this until they were at the door, so Phoebe Faulkner didn't hear them. Inside the room, Phoebe touched the back of her head. 'Who would arrange to have me kidnapped so close to the Faulkner residence?'
'Could it be...'
An image of a certain person surfaced in Phoebe Faulkner's mind.
But after a moment, she shook her head, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.
'Everything can wait until tomorrow.'
'I need to cook up a foolproof excuse, just in case Jace Lennox decides to interrogate me later.'
'At least I got through tonight.'
