The next morning after his shower, Matt dressed quietly in the darkness of their bedroom, unwilling to wake Vic just yet. Dropping his gym bag by the front door of their apartment, he snagged the cordless phone from its cradle, then dug the phone book out from the end table in the living room, and headed for the balcony. He opened the sliding glass door, careful not to let it jump the track and rattle Vic awake, then slid the screen out of the way to step outside. Leaning back against the wrought-iron railing so he could keep an eye on the kitchen and, beyond that, the hall that led to their bedroom, Matt flipped through the phone book until he found Kyle’s number. He dialed it, then listened to the phone ring. The guy worked the early shift, and should be getting ready for work. If Matt c
