Today, I decided to buckle down and find out the who/how/why/what of Huck's dad's murder conviction. It took a few hours to get anywhere, since I only knew the when-ish, but I did, and about thirty seconds after I found the victim's name, we'll call him Devon Davis, the phone rang.
"Hi, Maerlowe," the man on the line said, "This is Devon Davis. Is The Hub there?"
Stomach dropped, cause there's a dead man on the phone, and he wants my soul. Or my kid. But first he wants to know if my husband's home?
So, silence on my end of the phone.
"Maerlowe? This is Devon Davis, is The Hub available?"
Brain starts working again. Devon Davis is also my husband's boss's name. No beyond the grave phone calls today!
I'm still shaking, though.