Chapter 3“Well, it’s about damn time.”
The low, rough voice was not really familiar, yet the words carried enough Jersey accent to send a shudder through her body, one that quenched the heat immediately.
She didn’t speak, didn’t want to admit her identity when she was unsure of the caller’s.
“Where you at, girl? Conn’s really upset over what you done. This phone you’re using is out of California. That where you are?”
“Y’all have the wrong number,” Amy said, trying to put a southern intonation on the words as a clumsy disguise for her normal voice.
“Nah, I don’t think so. We’ll find you, babe. You can count on it. An’ when we do, you’ll regret taking off.”
Amy jabbed the off button furiously. It had to be Conn’s uncle, his father’s half-brother Gus who did some of their rougher and di
