Roche’s patient left and he pressed his message button.
“Hi, it’s Bleu. Your cell phone’s off so I tried your office number. You must be busy. Wazoo got a call from Sam Bush asking for help. I can’t let her go alone. We’re not going far—just south of town. Talk to you later. And don’t worry.”
“And don’t you go tellin’ anyone,” Wazoo shouted in the background.
He heard the sound of a rough-running engine.