Avri jumped, startled when her cell phone rang. Not many people knew her number; her clients usually called her office. She glanced at her son sound asleep on the other bed in her hotel room, then at the phone screen. Not recognizing the number her only thought was that it had to be Mitch. Maybe he'd found some evidence indicating who'd wrecked her office and house.

She pressed the answer button. "Hello."

"Avri, it's Mitch. Did you get settled in okay?" the Sherriff ...