CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 2027 7:00am
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Adam disconnected the call as soon as the outgoing message started and threw his phone down on the couch. That was Gerriks. Before him Masters’s voicemail had picked up. If neither one of them was answering something was wrong. It was early, but they knew he was trying to reach them. They had certainly received his other messages. Why wasn’t anybody responding?
He didn’t have the other names in his phone. He never thought of them as important enough. Now he had to find somebody. Somebody had to know things were on track and all good before there was any overreaction around Dillon’s method of death.
Adam touched his cheek gingerly. It was still inflamed and raw. Showering after the struggle with her had been excruciating
