His cell phone woke Gideon up. He’d expected the call, but that didn’t make it any easier to reach for it on his nightstand or mean he had to open his eyes as he hit the talk button.
“You sound like you’re still in bed.”
Derek O’Dell’s friendly voice cut through Gideon’s sleep fog, and he rubbed at his face, hoping it would do something to help wake him up. This might be a vacation, but Emma and Jesse were making it impossible to get any real sleep, except when they were both gone. Not that he was complaining. This was his favorite way to be tired. But calls from cops in Chicago had to find a way into his schedule somehow.
“Do you know what time it is?” Gideon grumbled.
“Hey, don’t complain at me. You’re the one who told me to make my calls on my lunch break. I’m just following orders.
