Jake had enough strength to dial his phone, so he was the one who called in the Denver cops’ crime scene techs. That done, they returned to the truck and headed back to Estes Park. Jake stretched back out as best he could in the passenger side, sparing a brief thought to a wish that he could be beamed to his destination with a little help from Scottie before sleep claimed him again.
Phoebe woke around noon feeling like she’d been chewed up and pooped over a cliff. It had only been a few hours since she said goodbye to Jake, but it felt longer. After they got to their new place in a seedy section of Denver, Dewey had insisted she try to sleep for a couple of hours. To her surprise, she had dropped off almost immediately, but now that a mental open season had been declared on her past, it w
