Mars frowned when the room phone rang. He knew it wasn’t Vicki. She’d called a few minutes earlier to say she was running late. Zavier never called. He appeared when the spirit moved, stayed for a few minutes, and left. Doing his duty by letting me know he’s concerned. But he hasn’t said he wants me back when I get out of here, damn it.
He picked up the receiver, saying shortly, “Marsden here.”
There was a brief pause, then, “Russell here.”
“Dylan?” Mars said in disbelief, even as his pulse sped up.
“Yes. I…I managed to get someone to give me your number.”
“Vicki, I bet. That woman never could keep a secret.”
“She’s done damned well so far, until last night,” Dylan replied, sounding pissed. “Still, if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t know how things were going with you.”
“Same here. She
