Chapter 20
“Weber residence.” It was Tom’s mother who answered the phone when Jack called the next morning.
“Good morning, Miss Abby. It’s Jack Jackson. Is Tom around?”
“Good morning, Jack.” Her words weren’t clipped and cool as they’d been for a while after she’d realized he and her son were no longer friends. “Tom is in bed.”
“Still? It’s nine in the morning.”
“My boy isn’t a morning person, even when he’s home before three in the morning.”
“Three in the morning?” he repeated weakly. In the middle of the week? What had Tom been doing? On second thought, he didn’t think he wanted to know. “Uh…”
She chuckled, the warm sound he remembered. “Would you like to leave a message for him?”
“If you wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not. Just a second.” He could hear her rummaging for paper and p
