Jane let the car drive. They were through Laredo and onto the highway in short order. Even with the prospect of a ten-hour drive in darkness, Jane felt far too wired to sleep. She knew from experience that she was about to pull another all-nighter. She’d be up and jumping till 8:00 A . M ., then grab maybe three hours’ doze, and be back up and after it again, with nothing to show for it but a sharpened temper. She’d never been much good at sleeping, and life around Jerry Mulcahey’s people had only wound her up tighter.