It was Monday morning when I got the call. My cell phone rang, waking me up from my nap in front of the TV where I had been watching an old movie starring Cary Grant called The Philadelphia Story. It had ended on a cliffhanger, so now there were only two minutes left before it started over again from the beginning—and that meant more time for sleep. But I didn't get any. Instead, I heard "Hello?" at least twice, followed by silence and then:
"Maxwell." It took me half a second to realize who the voice belonged to, but once it hit home, I sat straight up. "This is Drake Maxwell," I said as calmly as possible into the receiver. This wasn't going to be good news. Not even close. If this turned out anything like the last time we talked … Well, let's just say things weren't looking too hot bet
