I don't recognize the voice right away.
"Mak, please."
It's Penny Dandridge. "What's wrong, Penny?" I ask her softly. She sounds desperate and it helps clear my foggy thoughts.
"I need you to pick me up," she says between tears while gasping for breath.
This isn't good, and I'm rethinking a cement foundation for her soon-to-be ex-husband.
"Okay, have you called the police?"
"No police." Pure distress is clear in her answer. "Don't call them, please. I just need you to pick me up."
Well, hell. I will most likely change my mind and call the police after I discover what condition she's in. "Are you safe?"
"Ye...yes. I'm safe. I'm in Heber. At the cabin in Heber. I need, just need a ride."
"Okay," I get up and head to my desk. "Give me your address. It'll take about two hours to get
