The following Saturday, as Drew pulled on his clothes, so he could get to the hospital to fix up an elderly woman who'd fractured her hip, his cell phone chimed. Shivering and shirtless, he checked the screen and, seeing it was Michael, pushed the button to answer.
“What's up?” Damn, this floor is cold. I need socks.
He rummaged in the dresser drawer while Michael spoke. “Just thought of something. Did you have a chance to talk to Alyssa yet?”
“Not yet.” He propped the phone on his shoulder and stood on one foot to pull on a thick black sock.
“I hope you don't mind. I asked Sheridan if she remembered her. She was a T.A. for a while, when she was working on her master's and had Alyssa in her class the semester after she was in mine. Sheridan told me Alyssa had been waiting for someone t
