However, logic and I weren’t really on speaking terms at the moment. I grabbed my purse, pulled Martin Jones’ business card out of my wallet, and dialed the number.
If he was surprised by the call, he sure didn’t show it. Then again, maybe he’d guessed that I would want to grill him after receiving Marybeth’s not-so-welcome “news.”
He showed up approximately five minutes after I called, which meant he was either lurking around to see if I was going to get jumped by any more alien-possessed people, or his hotel was fairly close by.
I’d barely shut the door before I said, “You knew all along, didn’t you?”
The blue eyes didn’t blink. “I suspected.”
“You suspected.”
“It was a strong suspicion.”
I stared across the room at him to where he stood by the sliding glass window to the balcony,
