Chapter Two
She closed up her empty suitcases on the small double bed of the furnished apartment she was renting. Having put away the last of her clothes in the chest of drawers, she took in the cute small bedroom. Its window had an ocean view of what she had already been told was a quiet part of the island.
She stared at her cell phone. The speaker was on, and she listened to the ringing: one, two, three… It went to voicemail again.
“Hello, this is Grant Webber. I’m either in a meeting or on the other line. Leave a message.”
She wanted to scream as she reached for the phone. How many messages had she already left? “Hi, Grant. This is Billy Jo again, leaving yet another message. Listen, I’m at my new place and still waiting for a—” She heard a click.
“Hey, Billy Jo,” Grant said. “So s
