Джей Баркер – The Fourth Monkey: A twisted thriller you won’t be able to put down (страница 2)
59. Porter: Day 2 • 12:18 p.m.
There it was again, that incessant ping.
Sam Porter rolled to his right, his hand blindly groping for the phone on the nightstand.
His alarm clock crashed to the floor with a thunk unique to cheap electronics from China.
“Fuck me.”
When his fingers found the phone, he wrestled the device from the charging cable and brought it to his face, squinting at the small, bright screen.
A text from Nash.
Porter looked over at his wife’s side of the bed, empty except for a note —
He grunted and again glanced at his phone.
6:15 a.m.
So much for a quiet morning.
Porter sat up and dialed his partner. He answered on the second ring.
“Sam?”
“Hey, Nash.”
The other man fell silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, Porter. I debated whether or not to contact you. Must have dialed your number a dozen times and couldn’t bring myself to actually place the call. I finally decided it would be best just to text you. Give you a chance to ignore me, you know?”
“It’s fine, Nash. What have you got?”
Another pause. “You’ll want to see for yourself.”