Julia Locke POV:
The phone rang for several minutes before the person on the other side picked up.
“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered.
I couldn’t blame them. It was nearly 4:00 in the morning after all.
“Hello, Rob,” I greeted. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Julia Locke?” Rob asked back after a long pause. “Yes, it’s been … what, fifteen years?”
“Fourteen years, seven months, one week, three days,” I corrected just so I could show off. “Have you been well?”
“About as well as I can be,” Rob replied. “But I don’t think you would reach out to me after all this time just to ask how I am,” he pointed out correctly. “What can I do for you, Julia?”
“I’m calling about an acquaintance of yours, Rob,” I explained. “A Marcus Cutler.”
There was a sharp intake of air on the other side of the phone, and that confirmed I had called the right person.
“What about Marcus?” Rob asked me hesitantly.