Chapter 19Wills was still sleeping when I woke. By the amount of sunlight coming through the curtains, I judged it must be about the same time as when I’d arrived the day before.
He needed the sleep, and I had no intention of waking him just yet. I eased out of bed and retrieved my cell phone. Both Tim and Cris were probably down in the Pub, and I knew I’d have the privacy I needed to make this call.
I went into the kitchen and turned it on, relieved the battery had enough power since I’d forgotten to pack my charger, pressed two on speed dial—Wills was one—and waited.
“Vincent. What’s up, Theo?”
“Wills won’t be in tomorrow.”
“He won’t?”
“No. I don’t want him driving when he’s this exhausted.”
“Aren’t you the concerned mother hen.”
I scowled at the phone. “Damn straight I’m concern
