Anne had trouble going to bed.
Well, that’s not exactly true. Going to bed wasn’t that hard at all. She walked up to the bed and lay down in it. You know, like how people lay in bed?
But getting to sleep? That was the hard part.
She couldn’t stop thinking about The Killer’s Gallery. Her heart wouldn’t slow down. Her thoughts wouldn’t, either. A thousand different possibilities: the excitement of getting notified about Janet’s death, the wonderment at the fact that Jennifer had just given away the info Anne needed, the panic about whether the government would find out what she was doing.
Wondering if she was a terrible person.
Knowing she was a terrible person.
She would check her phone to distract herself from her thoughts. The Killer’s Gallery didn’t notify Anne about any progress on the assassin. That made sense, since the app said the murder would take a couple days, and Griselda hadn’t even confirmed that she would take the target.
Anne would get frustrated, surf the web for a bit, then try going back to sleep.
Again and again, her mind refused to let her sleep. She went through the motions of going to sleep but didn’t manage to get there.
Eventually, as the sun was rising, Anne gave up. She went to the kitchen to make herself some coffee.