Rufus hung up and looked at Wren. “Weird.”
“What?”
“Well, for one thing, Dave usually takes his own calls. He keeps his business pretty close to him, you know? He doesn’t have a lot of help besides us. He has this one guy, Al, I think his name is, who does the website and s**t, but not office staff.”
“So?”
“So a woman answered Dave’s phone. She sounded legit, all professional, but it’s just weird I didn’t know about her.”
Wren didn’t share in the unease. Dave had to have someone around for clerical stuff. There was nothing odd about that.
Rufus stood up and stretched. He looked out the window. “Rain’s stopped.” He turned to Wren. “And the sun has come up. Looks like it might actually be a nice day. For some people…”
Wren glanced outside, where the sun beat down on the damp street, c
