CHAPTER 70
Before they could move back to the silo, Shelley’s phone rang again. She pulled it out, took one look at the caller, and passed the phone to Jeff.
She wouldn’t even answer a call from her mother. What had happened between them to drive such a rift?
He answered, “Hi, Mand. It’s Jeff.”
“Oh, I, uh . . . I’m used to getting her voicemail. You surprised me a bit.” Her voice was still rough.
It wouldn’t be polite to walk away from Shelley, to flaunt that he had a private relationship with her mother that she didn’t. So he stood beside her. Shoulder to shoulder before a row of dead men.
“My question is really for you. Are you somewhere that can receive a fax?”
“Receive a fax?” he asked Amanda and Shelley at the same time.
Shelley nodded. So, despite her pretended indifference,
