#Chapter 122 The Countdown Begins

Grace My eyes hurt. My stomach was in knots, and I was certain that if I drank another cup of coffee, I was going to start shaking. Still, I sat at Eason's computer, hoping that using it would give me some inspiration, some clue about what to do, what to write, and what to say. My fingers shook as Charles disconnected again, having run into another group of Blood Moon operatives. My hands were cramping up. I'd been awake all night, keeping Charles informed of whenever Eason was moved. They still hadn't found a way to get to the lower level, and time was running out. My eyes burned from exhaustion, and as the dawn of the final day approached, I couldn't help but feel the weight of my own inadequacy pressing down on me. The tablet was a line of hope and useless since I didn't know how to get it to give me what I needed. I hadn't even gotten a paragraph of a coherent speech down. Amira was running the complaint line and corresponding with the police about any other developments. They