Plea of Insanity [antikvár]

Prologue Georgia Adams finished off the rest of the coffee in her oversized 'Some Bunny Loves You' mug, sat back in her chair at her desk and closed her eyes. At a quarter to five in the morning, even four cups of hot caffeine wasn't keeping them open anymore, and she drifted into a crazy dream almost immediately, right there, at her desk. She'd been on midnights for almost a week now, but her body clock still hadn't adjusted to owl's hours. Georgia hated working nights, but because of the baby she had no choice. Roofs didn't get tarred at night, so Randy had to work days, they needed the money, and day care wasn't - and would never be — an option for her. No matter how much her overachieving, workaholic mother-in-law insisted it should be. The beep sounded suddenly and loudly in Georgia's ear, startling her awake with a familiar rush of adrenaline. She sat up in the chair and reached for the button to open the line. 'Police and fire,' she said in the programmed, calm monotone that the department had taught her as she rubbed the dream out of her eyes. 'What's your emergency?' The dead hum of silence buzzed the line. 'This is the nine-one-one operator,' Georgia repeated. 'Is there an emergency?' Silence again. 'This is the nine-one-one operator. Do you have an emergency?' Georgia asked once more. She was a bit irritated now. Maybe she shouldn't have drifted off, but being woken up by either a drunk or a prankster was starting to tick her off.