“Sure. But don’t hang up yet. You got a call from a guy who says he’s got urgent business with you.”
“Oh yeah?”
Patrick gave him a number.
“And you don’t know who he is?”
“Not a clue.”
CHAPTER NINE
Jake wanted to ask more questions, but he knew staying on the line would only make him easier to trace if the cops had his office phone tapped. With a sigh, he ended the call.
“What did he say?” Rachel asked.
“The cops have been searching my office–and probably my house too.”
“And by now they’ve undoubtedly turned my shop into a wreck. I mean more than we already did with that detective.”
“Don’t worry about that now.” He gestured toward the phone. “Patrick says somebody wants to talk to me.”
“Who?”
“The guy didn’t give his name.”
“It could be the police being tricky.” She hitched a breath. “Or that guy who’s been after us.”
“We’d recognize his voice.”
“But what if it’s the police?”
“I think I should follow it up. I mean, what if it’s someone who knows about Evelyn Morgan–or the clinic?”
“How could they?”
He shrugged, then turned toward her. “If you tell me to forget about it, I will.”
“I think we have to follow it up,” she answered.
“Do you have a bad feeling about it?”
She considered the question. “Maybe. But I’m not in verygood psychic shape. It could just be my general level of anxiety.”
He started the engine and turned out of the parking lot, then, in the interest of caution, drove ten miles down the road before pulling into a picnic area. Once again he cut the engine. As he punched in the number, Rachel put her hand on his arm.
They both waited tensely.
A guy picked up on the second ring.
“This is Jake Harper. You wanted to talk to me?”
“Thanks for getting back to me, man.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Mickey.”
“And?”
