After I asked him about the pill container in Karl Markowsky's pocket, it was inevitable that he would react. My cell phone started buzzing at eight fifteen Saturday morning. I had set it on vibrate--or "stun" as I sometimes called it--but I could still hear it vibrating on the little night stand next to Jana's bed. Probably half an hour later, it happened again, and I squinted over at the display to see who was looking for me. I didn't recognize the number, but from the prefix, it was probably someone associated with the City and County of Denver. Of course, it had something to do with Stone. I touched the voice mail icon and listened. Tom Swain was asking me to come down and meet with him. I groaned and pressed the "recent calls" button. Since it was the weekend, I wasn't surprised when he answered the call himself. He said he would like to meet with me right away, and we set it up for ten o'clock. Jana was still half asleep.
