Chapter 10Ben stared down at the card in his hands. “Not at this address!” was scrawled across the bottom, underlined so deeply he was surprised it hadn’t gouged a hole in the envelope.
“Goddammit!” He recognized the handwriting. Not Rick’s. Jason’s.
He took out his cell phone and dialed Fred Lancaster. The head of the computer lab at Howe had given him the address to begin with. Maybe he knew what the hell was going on.
“Computer lab, Fred Lancaster.”
“It’s Ben, Fred.”
“Hey, Ben. What’s up, buddy? Any problem with the job?”
“Oh, there’s a problem all right. But not with the job,” he reassured Fred.
“That’s a relief. I’m a little concerned with that electrician who worked with you last week.”
“Take it up with the boss. Kevin is his nephew.”
“Oh crap.” Fred cleared his throat. “I m
