David paced around his apartment, trying to figure out what had just happened. Something wasn’t right with Jessica.

If she were going to land at eleven, that meant she would be getting on the next available flight. If she was doing that, it had to be important. What was she holding back? She wasn’t usually able to hop a flight like this.

This wasn’t a social call. Not exactly.

David played the conversation back in his head, slowly, paying ...