He hung up. What had possessed him to call her? It was like he'd wanted to hear her voice.
That was stupid, for all he knew she'd arranged the disappearance. No, that didn't feel right. A hunch, the
way he 'knew' half of the things he knew?
She'd gotten off the phone in a hurry. Maybe she wasn't alone. Maybe there was a man in her bed.
Why did it matter? She was temporary, no one stayed long.
Still, he had this feeling. Hope? No wonder he hadn't recognized it. For the first time in ages, he slept