Evan woke up early, called Calloway, and arranged to meet at the courthouse an hour before he was scheduled to argue his case before the judge.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Gunnar asked Evan at their dining room table.
“No. You need to talk to Amelia. Have her come here. You think she'll believe you? Will anyone believe us?”
“I don't know. I don't even know what happened. Some crazy bastard chased us around last night is all I know.”
“So Gunnar, the ever believer, is now a Doubting Thomas?” Evan asked playfully.
“I don't know,” Gunnar said. “I guess I don't want to believe anymore. It used to comfort me, thinking my dad or someone could live on and communicate to us. But now, I'm just scared.”
“I know, baby.” Evan squeezed his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. “Wish me luck?”
