Very few people call me, especially this late at night. I glanced at the phone; it was Deborah. “Greetings, sister dear,” I said. “You asshole, you said you'd call!” she said. “It seemed a little late,” I said. “Did you really think I could fucking SLEEP?!” she yelled, loud enough to cause pain to people in passing cars. “What happened?” “I got Chutsky back,” I said. “But Dr. Danco got away. With Doakes.”
