I was pacing. Less than fifteen minutes had elapsed since I’d heard J.D.’s voice. Jock was trying to get a trace on the call that had come in to my phone. The techs at his agency were running it down. They had resources that were beyond anything I’d ever heard of. Jock hung up. “I don’t know if this is good news or bad news,” he said. “The call bounced off a cell tower in Fort Lauderdale. The phone number is for one of those you buy at convenience stores. It was bought this morning at a store in Sarasota. Yesterday morning now, I guess. It was rung up in the cash register at six twenty-five a.m. Paid cash.” “Lauderdale’s only a three hour drive from here and the call came in at 3:15. If somebody left here with her before eight this morning, where the hell has she been?” “Maybe she wasn’t able to call earlier. I don’t like the idea that she was cut off like that. Maybe she got hold of the phone somehow and called and was found out by whoever kidnapped her.”
