Spinelli paced the floor waiting for Bernie to phone back. Bernie had disconnected the call abruptly after their initial conversation regarding the finger and ring. Spinelli didn't get to ask any of the numerous follow-up questions that flooded his mind. However, he found some comfort in Bernie's assurance to call with more details the second they got on the road. They--who exactly were 'they?'
Spinelli placed his cell phone on the small round table in his hotel room. He, Walker, and Marsh stared at it as if their impatience would cause Bernie to call back quicker. Spinelli was dying to hear an explanation about the forty-year-old dismembered finger. His patience shot, he slammed his fist against the table and jolted the phone into ringing mode. Okay, coincidental, but it didn't matter. T
