He swore that whatever gods guided the hands of drinkers the night before slept on the job when it came to protecting said drinkers from early morning callers.“Hello?”“Hello, this is Detective Steve Corimar. I would like to speak to David Kohlar, please.”Dave passed a hand over his face and sighed. Early morning phone calls never meant anything good. And police phone calls usually meant some kind of trouble, either for him or for his sister Sally. “Yeah, this is Dave.”“Mr. Kohlar, we need you to come down to the station, please. It’s about your sister.”Dave sat up in bed. The latter, then. “What—what about her? Is she missing?”“We need you to come down to the station. Please.”“Oh God, is she hurt? What happened?”“We’re sending a police cruiser to pick you up. It should be there in a few minutes.”Also not good news. If they sent someone to get you so you wouldn’t have to drive, that was like kicking off a conversation with, “Mr. Kohlar, are you sitting down?
