I hum. “Shouldn’t you get some sleep too?”
I hear a slurp followed by the crumple of aluminum.
I roll my eyes. “Those energy drinks are going to give you a heart attack, Tommy.”
“How do you know they’re energy drinks?”
“Because you sound wired.”
He snorts. “I’m not wired. I’m just alert.”
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” A chuckle bursts from my lips as I shake my head. “Actually, you won’t be doing much sleeping.”
“I have shit to do.”
I roll my eyes. “Sure. That makes sense.”
“We’ll talk in the morning. I promise, baby.”
“Okay, Tommy.”
And I swear I can hear him smiling when he says, “Go to sleep, doll. Right now.”
My body responds to his command without question. I get off the phone, dim the bedside lamp by tapping it once, and then draw the sheets up to my shoulder. Wide eyes roam the room. Every shadow makes me jump, alarming me the more I try to find the monster who was just here.
If not Amos, then who?