Chapter 8
Blaze was knee deep in closet clutter when the phone rang. Looking over at it, a feeling of dread speared through her, and she hesitated a moment. She stood perfectly still, staring in terror at the thing that rang incessantly. Just then, the answering machine intercepted the call.
“Blaze, it’s Scott. I just wanted…”
Hearing Scott’s voice, Blaze quickly dropped everything and ran over to pick up the phone. “Scott!” she said loudly into the phone, and then began coughing.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just got my lungs full of dust. I’m cleaning out closets. That’s why the machine got you.”
“You won’t mind being disturbed when you hear what I’ve got to tell you.”
“Yeah? What is it?” She looked in the mirror at her smudged up face.
“Barry Schorr is in custody. They picked him up a
