James tried Melody’s cell, then Hal’s. When he got no answer at either number, he mentally flipped through the information pages of the clients who used his technology and pictured the number to the Westwood Hospital. He dialed while Kurt drove onto the shoulder to pass an out of town driver who was driving a mere five miles over the posted speed limit. James ground his teeth when he got a busy signal. “It’s busy.”
“Keep trying,” Kurt said. He used his own phone to try to call Morgan. When there was no answer at the house, he called her mobile. “Morgan,” he said.
“Oh, thank God almighty, Kurt,” Morgan prayed a brief relieved prayer of thanks. “I just tried to get you at your office. Did you hear?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way to the hospital now,” he said, careening onto the exit ramp and passi
