Chapter 7

He dimly recalled sarcastic comments about “Indian time” when he was a kid and his dad had been too casual about reporting for his job or showing up for some appointment or obligation. At the age of eight or ten, Jase had vowed to operate by the clock and always be where he was expected at the exact minute. So far he’d managed to do it, too.

He turned off the phone a minute or two before it rang. As he put his bare feet to the floor and felt the cool, smooth sensation of the tiles, he stopped to listen. Was Orr up yet? Silence, so he was probably already out doing chores, then. Jase dug in his bag for a pair of stiff new jeans, a T-shirt, and his athletic shoes. He’d save the hiking boots for the real trip.