“Don’t worry, this has nothing to do with the…” Daniella waved her hand in the air, furrowing her brow in a frown, showing her distaste for the whole murder scenario. “I didn’t want to bring this up in front of anyone else,” Daniella went on. “But I’ve had two calls from your ex-employer over the past few days. He seems desperate to get in touch with you.”
“Patrick?” Indy exclaimed. What the hell would Patrick want with her?
“Yes, Patrick Mountvey. That’s him.” Daniella smoothed back a non-existent stray strand of hair. “He said it’s urgent. He’s sent you quite a few messages, but you’re not replying.”
“Well, of course not.” Indy looked around and shrugged. There was no cell phone reception out here.
“Anyway, I promised I’d pass on the message to you.” Daniella regarded Indy for a seco
