Jarman waited until he was a safe distance away from the front door of Sparky’s to issue the mighty belch that had been building up for the last few minutes. He glanced around to confirm he was alone on the sidewalk, but felt embarrassed just the same. He’d grown up with a mother who frowned upon such things.

Sated and content, more than ready to go home, he piled himself into his car and started the engine. A quick pass by Caitlin McCandless’s house and he could be reunited with the reclining chair in his living room.

Before he could pull away from the curb, his cell phone buzzed. Grumbling, he managed to extract it from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID screen, which read Private Caller. A blocked number.

Jarman frowned, hesitated a second, then tossed the phone on the passenger seat without answering it. If Monteforte—or anyone else from Medford P.D.—had called him, he would have answered. But an anonymous call, hours after he’d gone off duty? If they wanted him, they’d call back or leave a message.

He had a date with his recliner.

On the passenger seat, the phone stopped buzzing.

Josh stood on the tarmac beside their charter plane. Voss came down the steps he’d just descended, looking around at the planes and terminals of Logan Airport like she had forgotten where they were.

“Start the day in Florida, finish it in Boston,” she muttered.

Josh nodded, but didn’t reply. He was listening to the electronic ring on the other end of his phone call, his cell pressed to his ear.

“This is Bill Jarman,” said the Medford detective’s recorded voice. “I can’t take your call at the moment, but please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. If this is a police emergency, please call 911, or call the Medford Police Department’s main number at—”

Josh ended the call, frowning. He didn’t want to leave a message. What would he say?

“No luck?” Voss asked.

Josh shook his head. “Nada. When we’re done here, I’ll try him again. If there’s still no answer, we can call the Medford P.D., get the McCandless woman’s address, and just drive there.”

Voss nodded. “You got it.”