TWENTY-EIGHT
A red light flashed on the motel room phone as they came inside.
“Message from Sylvia maybe?” Sage suggested hopefully, and walked to the bedside table.
“We’re not that lucky.” Grey closed the door behind them and moved to peek out of the window. “Don’t get too comfortable.”
Sage hesitated, wondering if she really wanted to tempt fate and pick up the receiver. Bad news on an empty stomach—never a good idea. But what if Grey’s pessimism proved wrong? Good news would be reason to celebrate with a burger from that greasy spoon joint they’d seen on the way in. Yes. Positivity will out.
She followed the instructions on the phone, and Josh’s recorded voice played back her worst fear. Score one for pessimism.
Grey remained at the window, his head tilted, observing the parking l
