Page 182 of State of Alert

Can’t wait.

Sam was asleep when he called forty-five minutes later.

“Damn it, I woke you up.”

“It’s fine. I wanted to talk to you if you still had time for me after Thor.”

“I’ve always got time for my best girl. How was the rest of your day?”

“Not too bad. We’re close to closing the Myerson case and hoping to get a big break when we speak to the younger daughter tomorrow.”

“Is the older one still in the wind?”

She loved when he used her lingo. “Yeah, the marshals are after her and the boyfriend, and we’re waiting for the opportunity to talk to her younger sister.”

“I can’t imagine murdering someone at seventeen or eighteen.”

“Or ever.”

“Well, that, too, but especially then.”

“I know. It’s hard to fathom. Anyway, your son got an eighty-six on another algebra quiz. You might want to text him about that.”

“I will for sure. That’s awesome. He’s going to get a B this quarter. I know it.”

“We’re not allowed to say that out loud. There’s apparently some superstition.”

“He’s too funny.”

“He really is. He’s annoyed that he wasn’t told we’d be on TV tonight.”

“We told him that.”

“I’m not sure we did.”

“Whoops.”

“Are you back at the hotel?”

“Yep, tucked in for the night all by my lonesome.”

“No starlets to keep you company?”

“There were a few who wanted to, but I told them my wife would stab them with her rusty steak knife, and it’d be tough to explain the mess to housekeeping.”

Sam grunted out a laugh. “You’re damned right she would.”

“Believe me, I know. She’s scary with that rusty steak knife.”

“I miss you so much it’s stupid.”

“I miss you more.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Any word from Andy?”

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