Brian, Zack’s stepfather, answered, asking, “Is everything okay?”
It took Zack a second to realize that it was almost ten back east. “Yeah, everything’s fine with me.”
Brian was no fool. “But?”
“A friend of mine was involved in a murder. Not,” he hastened to add, “as the killer. He was a victim too, but survived. Anyway, the police have an idea what was behind it and they need your help, if you’re willing.”
“In what way?” Eric, Zack’s father asked, obviously listening in on the conversation. Zack knew that meant Brian had put the call on speakerphone.
“Why don’t I let you talk to the detective in charge. His name is Quint Hawk.” Zack handed his phone to Quint.
“Mr. Kendall…” Quint listened and a small smile played on his face. “Okay then, Brian it is. As Zack said, I’m in charge of t
