10
Eric heard a banging on his door, and then his light flicked on. He blinked as he was rudely pulled awake. “What the hell?” he muttered.
“Sir, you got an emergency call.”
Eric slid out from under the covers in only his boxers and reached for his pants, tossed on the chair beside the bed. “Who is it?” he barked, glancing at the bedside clock. He’d just gone to bed, and it was ten after one.
“Sir, I was ordered to get you now. Call from home, sir, is all I was told, and it was urgent.”
Eric pulled a T-shirt over his head, swallowing the panic that was trying to choke him. Abby had seemed too good on the phone when he Skyped her. He went into his office. The light was already on and the outside door open. The officer who had awoken him followed him in and picked up the phone, punching
