An excerpt - Posting Bail

It was still dark when the phone rang, and it woke me from a deep sleep. The red digits on my alarm clock glared five thirty-two. I reached from under the covers and reluctantly closed the distance between the warm bed and the cold phone. “Hello?” There was the sound of a clearing throat, and then, “Yeah, Beth, Rod here.” He cleared his throat again. “I need ya to do something. You awake?” "Uh huh.” "Adam Kraft did a number last night. Got himself drunk with some friends and took four of ‘em...