Regretted It.
The rain had turned downtown into a maze of smeared headlights and silver reflections when my phone rang at 11:47 p.m.
Daniel.
I almost ignored it.
We’d been best friends for ten years, which meant I knew a late-night call from him usually involved one of three things: a broken-down car, a bad decision, or a favor he’d already decided I was going to do.
“Alex, I need you.”
“Of course you do.”
“My mom is stranded downtown. Her car won’t start.”
I sat up straighter.
“Karen?”
“Yeah. She had dinner at that Italian place on Madison. I’m stuck at work, and Dad isn’t answering. Can you pick her up?”
There was something strange about his voice when he mentioned his father, but I let it go.
“Send me the address.”
Twenty minutes later, I pulled beneath the restaurant’s awning.
And then I saw her.
