Quinn’s voice was groggy, and he spoke softly, but Kellie must have been primed to respond to the vibrations he emitted, because she was fully awake by the time the voice on the other end of the phone squawked. “What the hell is this?” it shrieked. ...
She’d left her previous grocery purchases in Mike’s house. She felt like a cliché. Depressed and stressed, she’d go home and overeat and over-drink and worry about Mike, driving around somewhere on a mission to find his brother, bring down a drug cartel, get his job back, leap over a couple of ta...