I disconnected the call and then scrolled through the phone’s address book until I came to the J’s. Joseph Wells—one of Mark’s pseudonyms. I pressed the button that would automatically dial his number and waited.
He picked up on the first ring. “What’s wrong, Quinn?”
“What makes you think something is wrong?”
“You’re calling from your house phone.”
Of course. I should have…. “May I come over?”
He was silent for a moment, and I began to chew my inner lip. Didn’t he want me there? Might he have company? Had one of his neighbors said something? But no, I hadn’t read of anyone in Aspen Reach going missing.
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Of course I am.” I was the Ice Man, after all. I still worried that he didn’t want me to come. Was he getting tired of me?
“Okay. And listen to me, Mann. Yo
