Trey awoke early in the morning, disjointed pieces of information still running through his head. He had to restrain himself from calling Max's number again. The man's wife wouldn't take too kindly to being roused at five-thirty in the morning. But impatience ran through him like a turbulent river.
Beside him, Casey stirred, stretched and sighed.
"It's time to get up right?" Her voice held the optimistic tone of a kid hoping someone would tell her school had been called off today.
Trey rolled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. "Just about. Another half hour won't matter."
She laid her hand against his cheek. "You're worried about the call from Max."
"I am. I wish I knew if he was even in town. And if his wife will give him the message."
"If you don't hear from him by noon, you
