The Next Chapter

Angela Montenegro was running on pure adrenalin, caffeine and a lack of sleep. Usually, that meant late nights at the Jeffersonian Institute or better yet, a late night of pleasure.

This time it was something she rarely thought about – money. The check with all those zeros from her best friend and best selling author wouldn't let Angela rest. Temperance Brennan's generous gesture had given Angela a new raft of daydreams and possibilities.

She'd given up on sleep and went to work out. Back at her place she took a long indulgent bath while drinking her favorite herbal tea with the appropriate New Age tunes swirling through the air.

It didn't work. She remained in high gear with no likelihood of shifting to a lower gear any time soon. However, it was at least late enough on this Saturday morning to make a phone call to say thank you.

Angela reached for her phone and punched in a familiar number.

(To Be Continued)