AudryChapter 8 Business
We had just fallen asleep-finally-when the call came. Little Julie had a cold and had been coughing and fussing all night. Being closest, I picked up the handset and mumbled into it. "Hello? Hello? Is this Mr. Rob Steele?" "Yeah," I muttered. "Who the hell is this?" "This is Sergeant Thomas, of the Los Angeles Police Department. Is Martin Steele your father?" "Yeah. What about him?" "He's been in a serious accident. He and the woman with him are in really bad...