“Is this Dutch Cross?” The voice is female, husky and unfamiliar. “Who is this?” I growl. “And how did you get my number?” I don’t give that information out. In fact, apart from my family, Martina and a handful of industry folks, the only people who have my phone number are Sol, Cadence and Vi. “My name is Tina Cooper.” She pauses. “I’m Cadence’s mom.”
