“What? You want a progress report on the bath?” There is prolonged and pointed silence on the other end. I check the caller ID. It’s a number I’m not familiar with. Definitely not Zack. “Sorry,” I mumble. “This is Emma Monroe.” The silence gives way to what sounds like an embarrassed cough. “I’m sorry, too, for interrupting your bath. Michael Dexter here.” I sit up straighter in the tub. “What can I do for you?” Another pause. Then a heavy sigh. “I wasn’t entirely honest with you yesterday.” “Oh?” I get the tingly feeling that comes with the possibility of finally catching a break on a tough case. I keep my voice curious yet detached when I ask, “What about?” All I hear on the other end is breathing. He’s not going to confess to playing a part in Isabella’s disappearance, is he?
