When the door opened, all of the anchors looked up. The ghostwalkers had only been in for about forty-five minutes, and it was too soon for Director Johnson to pull anyone back. They were all too new at it to have accomplished their task so soon. But it wasn’t Johnson at the door.
It was Blake Jones.
Dom half stood, but Blake waved him back down and glanced around until his gaze landed on Jameson. Then Blake motioned him over, and Jameson immediately stood and jogged across the floor. Worry coalesced in his gut.
The moment they stepped into the hall, Blake handed him a phone. “It’s for you.”
Jameson shot him a confused look, but Blake pushed the phone at him, so he took it and lifted it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Jamie.”
Jameson sagged in relief and leaned against the wall for support as
