That was three years ago. In that time he’d separated himself from all distractions. All he had left was his work, Terry being the only one he’d become friendly with, and his family, of which he considered Jan a part.
He looked at the clock. Only twenty minutes had passed since he’d walked in the door, but it was all he could afford.
After popping the last of his sandwich into his mouth, he took a glass from the cabinet, quickly filled it with water, and downed it in one gulp. He placed it in the sink, retrieved his cell phone from off his belt, and dialed as he walked out the door.
* * *
By the time Elizabeth made it back, it was almost seven. It had taken her a lot longer to find everything she needed because she’d had to go to three places before finally finding the bedding she was
