Monday morning, Larry called the number for the management company and got the same recording. “Our office hours are currently closed,” a woman’s bored voice purred in his ear. “Please call back during our normal business hours of eight A.M. and five P.M. Eastern Standard Time.”
“Goddamn it,” he muttered, hanging up. “Look at your damn clock, b***h. It’s almost eight fifteen.”
Guiltily he looked around his living room, but the only one within earshot was the cat, sleeping curled up on Larry’s computer chair. Crystal was back at school; he’d dropped her off himself over an hour earlier. Larry didn’t have to be at the bookstore until nine thirty, and he had hoped to speak with someone from Geo’s management company before he had to start his shift. But apparently no one had bothered to turn
