Lark was in her hotel room looking through her notes Friday afternoon and rubbing her head. Her father was gone to meet with his investigators. Bobbie was laying down in her room after telling Lark she was suffering with a brutal headache and needed an hour to herself.
She was wishing she too pleaded for an hour to herself because as she tried to review the pages displayed on her screen, Ollie was sitting on the end of her bed staring at her. She was waiting for a response to a question she’d asked Lark when they were on the plane. Lark hadn’t answered and Ollie wasn’t giving up.
“Ollie, stop!”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“I’m trying to work.”
“I know. It’s why I’m sitting here quietly waiting.”
“You’re being annoying?”
“Sitting quietly while you work is annoying?”
“Don’t you have a
