Waist Deep

38

I drove to the gas station and filled the tank.While I was there, I called Adam again.He answered on the second ring.

“Adam, it’s Stef.”

“Oh, hey, how’s it going?”

“Good.You get my message?”

“Yeah,” he said.“And I’m sorry, but I was too busy to get lunch anyway.”

“You want to grab some dinner?”

“Can’t.Nikki and I have plans.Thanks, though.”

“Okay.”

We were silent for a moment and I felt foolish for talking in code.It’s not like the Russians or the Feds were listening in.

Adam said, “Listen, though, I’m not as busy tomorrow as I thought I was going to be.I could probably meet you for coffee in the morning, if you want.”His voice was smooth and casual, but I knew him well enough to sense the excitement underneath.

“That sounds good,” I said, trying to mask my own excitement.“The usual place?”

“Sure,” Adam said.“See you there.”

I hung up, thrilled.He had found something, I knew.He was excited because of whatever the technological feat was to accomplish it, but I was excited because tomorrow morning I would have something to go on.Maybe.

And I’d be one step closer to finding Kris.