Avri jumped, startled when her cell phone rang. Not many people knew her number; her clients usually called her office. She glanced at her son sound asleep on the other bed in her hotel room, then at the phone screen. Not recognizing the number her only thought was that it had to be Mitch. Maybe he'd found some evidence indicating who'd wrecked her office and house.
She pressed the answer button. "Hello."
"Avri, it's Mitch. Did you get settled in okay?" the Sherriff asked.
"Yes, I feel pretty secure right now and Drew is sound asleep. He thinks we're on vacation." Avri chuckled.
"Good. Unfortunately, your vacation may be a little short lived. I have some bad news." Mitch's voice lowered, as if whispering the last few words.
Avri's hand clutched her chest, as her stomach dropped and he
