s**t. He didn’t know what time he’d finally drifted off, staring at the cordless phone on the pillow beside him, willing it to ring. Where the f**k is he? he wondered as he scrambled through the sheets, searching for the phone.
He found it on the floor beside the bed and dialed the first four numbers to the shelter before he realized that it was only six in the morning. Father would still be asleep. He’d wake up the whole place just to check on Jamie when he probably got in late last night and tried calling him but he’d been sleeping. Even though the phone was on the bed, Alex had been tired…maybe Jamie called and he slept right through the ring. Maybe he left a message. Alex hurried downstairs to check the answering machine.
The light didn’t blink. He stared at it for a full minute,
