I wake to my phone vibrating in my pocket. It’s after eleven at night.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Really, Jones? Sending a girl to do a man’s job?”
“Who is this?” I ask.
There’s a long, drawn-out sigh on the other end. “I caught your sister breaking and entering. I’m going to call the police and have her arrested unless you show in ten minutes.”
My sleep-fogged brain is not catching up. “Who the hell is this? Where’s Sissy?” I ask.
“It’s Shawn Boreman. Remember? We spoke earlier today. Sissy, your brother is not the most intellectually astute.”
I hear an angry response in the background.
“You have ten minutes to come to Boreman Group Headquarters on Second Avenue, or I’m calling the police.”
“I’ll be there.” I’m wide awake now.
I drive over the speed limit, rushing to downtown. What has
