“Where are you?” she said the moment he answered. He could hear that she was trying to sound calm but worry, tinged with anger, crept into her voice.
“I’m sitting in my car outside a victim’s house.”
“What do you mean sitting in your car? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.” She used her angry voice, with only a slight hint of worry.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, I’ve got to work tonight.”
“Why didn’t you call me? Or is that asking too much?”
Now he knew he was in big trouble. A storm front was definitely on the rise. Headlights headed in his direction. He ducked. Janet’s voice shouted at him from the cell phone. The headlights didn’t drive past or turn into any other street. He peered over his steering wheel to see where the car had stopped. His heart pounded in his chest, and the
