The Insomniacs

She was deep into an unsolved mystery of a man who had disappeared in Florida gator country, and she was pretty sure she was one Google discovery away from finding new evidence. Betty unbolted the back door, and the frigid air blew in, her entire body turning to gooseflesh. She flopped over, touched her toes, tried to do those stupid stretches as if that would ensure that the blood was flowing to her brain and she wouldn’t sound like a conspiracist who had consumed too much real crime. After a beat, Sybil gave into it, too, her body relaxing against his, and he wondered if this was what he needed, they both needed, to finally have some peace.