Chapter 7
Hayden reached out with one hand and slapped at his phone, again. It was the first time in a week he hadn’t needed to be up at something stupid o’clock, and now his phone demanded attention because someone was calling and endangering their lives. He’d opened one eye, peered at the clock then out the window and decided because of the time—still before 09:00 a.m.—it must be a wrong number.
Now, not ten minutes later, there were two more calls, and he decided he should check for real to see who was trying to contact him. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the futon, scratched at his chest, and ran one hand through his hair. He fumbled for the light and looked at his missed calls—Steffie, Jason, and Neal. Three more calls came in while he was still trying to process the
