I shook my head, smiling a little. Either the call was important or it wasn’t, and the only way to find out was to answer it.
I moved over to the phone, always conscious of the bubble that surrounded me. I won’t lie to you, I was pretty nervous – but if I missed that call…
With confidence gained from my contact with Angel, I reached out and picked up the phone. Good. My bubble was intact. Amazing how attached I’d gotten to it, really.
When I’d finally managed to reach the phone, and answer it, the voice on the other end sounded on edge, even panicky – and what made it worse was that it was the voice of Steve Wilson, one of the most solidly confident men I knew.
“Michael?”
“Yeah.”
“We may have a problem out here today, and I need you in my office in less than thirty minutes. You understand?”
I scratched my head. “Steve, you know it takes at least forty minutes to get there.”
“Then hire a helicopter, or something.”
And he hung up on me. It was only then that I began to contemplate leaving the house…