“Are you okay?” Lindsay asked through the open window. She hadn’t even waited for Mark’s invitation to open it. She had to speak to him. “What are you doing here?” Mark whispered, his voice breaking with anxiety. “Doug and Jack are in the next room.” “You have to let me call someone for you. This isn’t right.” “Lindsay, you can’t get involved in this. I told you. Go home. We’ll talk if they leave again.” “If?” “Something happened last night. I’m not even sure what, but they’re on red alert out there.” “I know,” Lindsay said. “I saw it. Look, take this.” She handed Mark her cell phone. “Hide it under the bed or something. I programmed my number into the first speed dial. I’ll have my Treo. I can use that. You can call me anytime or call for help if you need to.” “I can’t take this,” Mark said, lifting the device toward the window. But Lindsay wouldn’t take it. “You have to,” she told him. “I want to know you’re okay.”
