“Let’s see if she answers,” Zach said as he dialed Ms. Leyton’s phone. Because his number would come up as ‘Unknown,’ he figured it was possible she wouldn’t. He was right, she didn’t, but he did get her voicemail so he left a message—“This is Mr. Turner. Mr. Durand asked me to call to tell you he would be running late,”—and his number.
It took ten minutes before she returned his call—from a different number than the one he had for her. Because he didn’t recognize it, he almost didn’t answer, but did, knowing no one would know the number unless he or Durand gave it out—Or it’s a damned robocall…
“Mr. Turner, this is Irene Leyton. To be honest, I’d forgotten all about my meeting with your boss. Hell, I don’t even remember where it was going to be.”
Zach gave her the address for the motel, without mentioning that’s what it was. “His office is on the fifth floor, number five-o-six.”
“Thank you. I should be there in approximately fifteen minutes.”