CHAPTER 67
“Um, Shelley?” Jeff kept his voice low.
She looked at him, a little dazed herself.
“That message you sent earlier.”
She nodded and stared down at the body bags.
“Shouldn’t you send a follow-up.”
She pulled the phone out of her pants pocket, dialed a number, and handed it to him without turning.
It was ringing in his ear. He moved away and he sat on the front tire of Dwight’s tractor. The blood soared into his feet and he hissed with pain.
“Hello?” It didn’t sound like Mandy.
“Who is this?”
“Clarice. Who’s this?”
“Sorry. I must have the wrong number.” He moved to hang up, but heard a “No, don’t!” even as he moved it away.
“Is this Jeff?” There was a sudden scrabbling sound of the phone changing hands.
“Jeffrey?”
There was a voice he’d know anywhere on Earth.
“Hi, M
