Well, not exactly, as it turned out. As soon as the plane landed in Los Angeles, she turned on her phone, since it would be her last chance to check it before she had to pay international roaming charges. Her connecting flight left in half an hour, so she loped to the next terminal as her phone searched for a signal.
A voicemail flashed on the screen—unknown number with a Jupiter Point area code. Delete.
Her thumb was poised over the message, ready to get rid of it, but then she remembered that she’d given her phone number to the kids at school. What if someone was actually taking her up on that offer?
So she played the message.
“Hi Cassie, you said it would be okay to call you, so I am. This is Holly O’Donnell. I’d really like to talk to you about something. I can’t tell my dad, he’d
