When the phone rang, she answered it without thinking, not even bothering to look at the caller I.D. “Hello?” “Thank God you’re home,” said Kevin, sounding particularly harried. Laura didn’t bother to wonder why. Chances are he hadn’t screwed any other women tonight and if he were being held up at gunpoint he probably wouldn’t be allowed to make a call. If he’d been kidnapped, well she’d read The Ransom of Red Chief long ago in school and she knew who’d get the worst of that deal. Kevin shook his phone. They’d been disconnected. What in blazes? Was this sinkhole of a police station a dead zone for cell signals as well as brain waves? He pressed the button again and the phone began to ring. And ring. And ring. Soon he heard the sound of his own voice, something that normally he would find appealing but tonight to listen to himself saying you’ve reached the home of Doctor Kevin Flicker. Please leave a message… was far too much to bear after all the humiliation he’d endured.
