Chapter 17
The ringing telephone startled Spencer out of his nap, and he glanced over to the wall, waiting for Becca to answer it. By the fourth ring, Spencer remembered she couldn’t answer the phone because she wasn’t home. By the sixth ring, he remembered she was in the habit of calling him before she left the office to go to the grocery store, though he had assured her repeatedly she didn’t need to buy anything special for him.
He rolled off the couch and hurried across the room, snagging the receiver just before the machine picked up.
“Becca?”
There was a pause, and then someone cleared their throat. “I’m sorry,” a woman said. A woman not Becca. “Could I speak to Rebecca Rankin, please?”
“Oh. Sorry. She’s not here right now. But I can take a message.”
“Yes, please. My name is She
