The morning after the medicos signed him off as healthy, he returned to his CHU. He’d slept okay that night—well, as okay as he ever did since Gerta Kozlov had invaded his thoughts—but he had to be mission-ready by nightfall. A Night Stalkers clock was flipped, always flying at night, and switching your schedule back and forth was a pain in the a*s.
Even a daytime nap would help with the switchover, though he wasn’t placing any bets.
He was half through the door to his CHU before he noticed anything.
In the corner of the window, taped to the glass, was a tiny palm tree. It was far more elegant than any that he had made.
Best of all, it was taped to the inside of the glass.
Through the partly open door, he could hear someone start singing.
“Night and day, day and night. Me and you, yo
