Frank Arazia kissed his wife goodbye and grabbed his briefcase from the counter. He hadn’t spoken a word to her or anyone else about what he’d seen when he decided to trail Grayson out into the oil field. Even though it lingered in his mind, part of him felt that talking about it would only make the despair seem more real.
"I love you, honey," he said, more to himself than his wife, then headed for the garage.
As soon as Frank touched the handle, he heard the phone ring. Possibilities swam into his mind, and he dashed back into the kitchen to answer it.
"How are you doing, Frank?" It was Edward's voice, sounding shakier than ever.
"Just fine," Frank replied slowly. "What can I do for you, Ed?"
"Well, I just got situated here in Bakersfield," Edward answered, and Frank thought he heard a hint of a smile.
"Oh!" Frank said, suddenly putting two and two together. "Let me be the first to congratulate you then, buddy!"