CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Bait awoke with a start in his bed. At first, he wasn’t sure what had woken him up. His initial thought was that Tsunami had been standing over his bed, reaching toward him with one big hand to strangle the life out of him.
But then Bait realized that it had just been a bad dream and that the actual reason he had awakened was because of his phone, which was ringing in the small alcove in the wall that his bed was up against. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Bait grabbed the phone and checked to see who was calling.
Stinger? Bait thought, frowning at the number displayed on his phone’s screen. What’s he calling me at such a ridiculous hour for? It’s four in the morning for God’s sake.
Nonetheless, Bait answered the phone and, holding it against his ear, said, “He
