Chapter 10
Thomas called Clark mid-morning on Sunday. He’d called a couple of times on Saturday, but Clark hadn’t picked up, which was a little strange. Clark always took his calls and had even asked Thomas to check in with him.
“Come on, Clark, pick up.”
“Sterling,” Clark said, his voice raspy, strained.
“It’s me.” Thomas wondered why he’d answered the phone so formally. He knew Clark had his number programmed in.
“Hi.”
“Are you all right? You sound kind of weird. Oh God, you got sick anyway, didn’t you?” Thomas sat down heavily on the couch in his apartment.
“Maybe.”
“I was afraid of that when you didn’t answer yesterday. Listen, I’m feeling much better today so I thought I’d come back over,” Thomas said. “I can take care of you if you are getting sick.”
There was a long pause o
