CHAPTER 28
ONCE WE HIT the motorway, I scrolled through the phone’s memory to the number I wanted, took a deep breath, and hit dial. The line crackled as someone on the other side of the world answered.
“Nate?”
“Emmy?” Surprise was evident in his voice, but also a tinge of something else. Anger? Relief?
“Yeah.”
“Thank f**k. Why the hell didn’t you answer the phone the other day?”
Yes, anger and relief, both present and correct. In truth, I hadn’t expected him to be anything but pissed off. It was his normal demeanour, even when I hadn’t done something really, really stupid.
“I was busy. Are you at home?”
Virginia was five hours behind, and any normal person would be in front of the TV at nine in the evening. But, like me, Nate wasn’t normal and often slept in the office.
“Busy? Bu
