CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Russell was sitting in his study, a brandy in his hand and an unread book on his lap, when his private cell phone rang at two o’clock in the morning. Russell hated cell phones, and for that reason only one person had his number.

“Yes,” he said into the small device.

“She’s gone,” Tyler told him.

“Where?”

“The Jacks Clinic, if I had to guess.”

“Excellent,” Russell answered.

He almost asked Tyler if he’d found Blake, but he didn’t want to cause unnecessary alarm.

Blake had disappeared before, sometimes for days.

When he was off his meds Blake was irrational and volatile. But he always came home.

Russell flipped the phone closed and put it back in his pocket.