An hour later, I’d still hadn’t decided on what to do. It was almost ten in the evening—too late to call Drika or Aleid, anyway. After I’d taken a long hot shower and popped half a sleeping pill, I’d tried to sleep, but couldn’t stop my mind from racing. What if Donnie took off tonight? Could I have said or done anything to ease his solitude? Or had I done the right thing being so firm?
I grabbed the phone’s handset on my night stand. It was a quarter to seven out west and Hank was probably finishing dinner. What would he think of this situation? I’d held back from telling him about it, afraid to cause him concern or even alarm him.
“Yeah,” a man answered in a rough voice.
It was Herman, Hank’s father. I sat up straight, panicked.
“Hello? Hey, hello?” he nearly growled on the line.
“Y
