been hopping for so long that I actually took two hops toward my purse where I’d left it on the counter near the cash register, before I caught myself. It was about to roll into my voice mail—a thing I’ve hated ever since I missed Alina’s call—so I thumbed it on inside my purse, tugged it out, and clamped it to my ear. “Fourth and Langley,” Inspector Jayne barked.
