By the time she’d finally gotten around to calling him it was close to ten o’clock. He didn’t know whether to stay pissed off or to be relieved.He pulled up in front of his building and hopped out of his car. It had been a helluva day on several fronts and, before he spoke to Ellie and said something he might regret, he opted for a quick, hot shower and a stiff drink.As he walked through his door, tossing his jacket and knapsack on the couch, the landline rang. His jaw clenched. He walked over to the wall phone in the small efficiency kitchen. The number flashing on the caller ID was Ellie’s home number.Grinding his teeth back and forth, he snatched up the phone.“Yeah,” came his terse greeting.“Ron, it’s Ellie.”He was silent.“I’m sorry I didn’t get to call you earlier. I promise, I will explain everything, but something more important came up.”What could be more important than telling him why it took her all day and half the evening to get back to him and why she wasn’t at work.“Two guys from the FBI came to the spa today.”He sputtered a curse.
