“Your son tried to do it again,” he said.

“Tried to do what?” I nearly screamed it.

“Sal, tried to do WHAT?” “Just get here,” he said.

“Now.

Please.” And the line went dead.

Chapter 15 — The Drive

I did not even grab my coat.

I took my keys and I ran out of the office and to my car, and I drove across town faster than I should have, my hands white-knuckled on the wheel.