Tanita's phone rang, waking her, and she reached for it without getting up. Pulling the big, orange, nineteen-sixties era handset under the blankets, she purred sleepily, “Mm'low?”
“Wow that's sexy,” came the voice from the phone, along with the encryption beeps.
“Mark?” she asked, becoming more alert.
“Yeah,” he replied, “did I wake you?”
“What time is it?”
“It's about seven-thirty. In the morning. I couldn't reach Chloe, but she said she'd be with you.”
“Chloe?” Tanita said loudly. “Jimmy? Anybody?” She lowered her voice and said in a seductive tone, “Nope, I'm all alone. Wanna come over?”
“Where are you?”
“I have no idea. Somewhere in Canada I think. Where are you?”
“I'm in Boston. I got a lift with a friend who's on his way to Providence, but I can't get into the garage.”