Ben said. In the background Rocky heard the Tigers’ baseball game on the car radio, the same one he’d been listening to. He figured can’t talk meant I don’t want to talk while the game is in extra innings. “Okay, I’ll call you back later.” “No, I’m on my way to Liz’s house. Why don’t you meet me there? We can talk before dinner.” He must have assumed Rocky would be showing up there anyway, or at least be welcome. Neither was true. He didn’t want to say it, then have to explain to Ben why the woman who was practically like a daughter to him wouldn’t want to see Rocky’s sorry ass anymore. At least, not without kicking it. He hesitated, trying to come up with an excuse not to meet him at the Westfield mansion, but Ben’s impatient voice interrupted his thoughts. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just—damn it! Fuckin’ bullpen’s gonna give away this game. Talk to you later.” The line went dead. He had no choice but to drive to Elizabeth’s place if he wanted to talk to Ben.
