The name didn’t ring any bells. Neither did the company Just a guy. A normal guy. A guy whose business card had floated onto the subrail platform yesterday. I pulled the card away from the toilet. What if Miles Ruckman needed it? Maybe it was his last one. Call him. I had to. I had to hear his voice and know he was alive in Franklin City. Not off in some phantom world. I snuck into Mom’s bedroom and picked up the voicephone. “David?” she called out from the kitchen. “Any lunch requests? I’m going to the food shop!” “Uh…hot dogs?” I called out. “Ice cream? Chocolate-stripe cookies?” Mom chuckled. “Okay, well, stick around while I’m gone, okay?” “Sure.” I waited until I heard the front door close. The ding of the elevator bell. Alone. I held up the business card and reached for the voicephone. BLEEEEEEP! I nearly hit the ceiling. I grabbed the receiver. “Hello?” “What’s wrong?” Heather. It figured. “Nothing’s wrong! What do you want?” “What’s it say?
