Chapter 96
MY CELL PHONE rang and I jerked alert on my couch, head groggy. What time was it? Three thirty a.m.? I’d been sleeping five hours?
Yawning, I picked up the cell, saw a number I didn’t recognize, answered, “This better be good.”
“Didn’t want to come tell me in person that someone tried to kill you, huh?”
I hung my head, feeling guilty for having forgotten to visit Del Rio, or at least call him. “It was a crazy day, Rick,” I began.
“I’m sure it was,” he said. “Make up for it. Get over here ASAP.”
“It’s three thirty in the morning.”
“There’s someone here wants to see you, misses you deeply.”
I flashed on Angela, the Filipina nurse. “It’s three thirty in the morning.”
“Which is why you better get your ass over here, Jack,” Del Rio said firmly. “Ghosts like the one standing in front of me need to be gone and well hidden in spooky spook land long before sunrise.”