She checked the display on her phone and frowned. Three missed calls from Uncle Leonard, and then he had apparently dialed Brent to get him on her tail. That’s all she needed. As she folded into her car at the restaurant, having waved Santi off, she dialed the number to her voicemail. Santi had wanted to follow her home to make sure she got there safely, but she had refused. In retrospect, she should have at least let Uncle Leonard know she wouldn’t be home because she almost never stayed away. Not calling and then showing up with Santi would have presented drama she didn’t need. Her uncle could be a handful on the best of days.Frowning at the tongue-lashing she listened to, she rolled her eyes and then stabbed the disconnect button. Another succession of buttons had the line ringing through to her house. “One would think I’m still a freshman in high school, for Pete’s sake. Oh, hey, uncle,” she said when he barked hello. “I’m on my way home.”“Della, do you know what time it is?”“Yes, I do.
