It was after ten. I knew she’d hate the interruption.
“Vanessa.” She sounded as irritated as though I’d called to sell her something. “Is someone dead?”
“No. I’m sorry for the hour. I’m worried about you. A woman named Tessa has been making some troubling claims about Roy, and I think you might be getting pulled into something dangerous.”
She paused.
“Tessa has been nothing but kind to me. Unlike some people, she actually makes time for an old woman.”
I swallowed the insult.
“She says she’s pregnant with Roy’s baby.”
Silence followed.
Then I heard a sharp breath.
“Tessa wouldn’t lie to me. You must have misunderstood her.”
“Then please keep your distance until we sort this out. Just for a few days.”
“I’ll think about it,” she said, and hung up.
I remained in the dark kitchen, holding the phone against my chest.
