The phone rang last night. I answered. Someone hung up.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know. The person hung up."
Reed nodded and finished reading whatever sports article held his fancy. A moment later, he got up, answered the buzz of his cell phone, and cursed.
"I have to go, the system crashed at work."
"Do you think you'll be long?"
"I don't know. Don't wait up for me."
I hid behind the curtain and watched out the dining room window while he went upstairs and gathered his briefcase and whatever else would make it look like he was needed there. A black car across the street, its lights off, pulled away slowly, disappearing down the street. The lights came on just as it turned the corner.