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fund his constant thirst for more, more, more. So far, she didn't think he'd succumbed to that temptation. If he had, he wouldn't need to hassle her about selling their meager supply of stocks. |
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''D.J.?" Her father's voice came over the wire. "What should I tell him if he calls again?" |
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"Tell him I've gone off on my honeymoon. That oughta shut him up for a while." |
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"Your honeymoon? Is there something you're not telling me about this McCall character?" |
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"No, Dad. I'm just kidding. Ha, Ha." She didn't expect her father to laugh, and he didn't disappoint her. She couldn't remember ever hearing the sound of her father's laughter. "I don't care what you tell Rich, so long as you don't tell him the truth. No one can know where we are, not even Lou. Something's fishy at the station. I plan to find out what it is. And Rich is on the hunt for money again; knowing him, he'd come up here and pester me if he knew where to find me." |
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"All right. I'll take care of Rich, and I'll get on this check. Shouldn't take more than a day or so." |
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"I'll be waiting to hear from you." |
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Not expecting to hear a good-bye, D.J.'s thumb inched toward the OFF button. Her finger froze when her father's voice came over the wire once more. |
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Then the line did go dead. D.J. continued to hold the silent phone in her hand, a frown on her face. She had been right: Her father was acting different. |
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