The 22nd Secret (8 page)

“
No,
I
’ll w
a
it
h
e
r
e
.
W
h
a
t
a
bout
B
ob
b
y
?
”
B
e
t
t
y
s
a
t
up bl
i
nking
the sle
e
p
f
r
o
m her
e
y
e
s.

“
I
don
’
t know the
s
i
g
n
a
ls
f
rom
Ha
n
k
.”

“
I
don
’
t
l
ike this.”

“
I
don
’
t eithe
r
,
”
Tom sa
i
d
, rushing
out of the
o
f
f
i
c
e
.

The
c
onv
e
nie
n
c
e
sto
r
e p
a
rking
lot
w
a
s
n
ea
r
l
y
e
mp
t
y
.
E
a
r
l
y
ris
e
rs
w
e
r
e
g
e
t
t
ing
c
o
f
f
e
e
a
nd
c
iga
re
t
t
e
s on th
e
ir
w
a
y
to
wo
r
k. Tom w
a
i
t
e
d in h
i
s c
a
r
f
o
r a
man
w
e
a
ring a
h
a
rd h
a
t
t
o finish h
i
s
ca
l
l
. He
g
ot out
a
nd
a
p
p
r
o
ac
h
e
d
o
n
e
of the
th
r
e
e
p
a
y
pho
n
e
s ne
x
t
t
o the i
c
e
f
r
e
e
z
e
r
s
.
He
dial
e
d
a long
dis
t
a
n
c
e
num
b
e
r
a
n
d
e
nte
re
d the
c
r
e
dit
ca
rd
number
of a
Ron M
a
c
k,
h
ea
v
y
e
quip
m
e
nt s
a
lesm
a
n.

“
An
c
ho
ra
g
e
Holid
a
y
I
nn
Airp
o
r
t
, how
ca
n
I
dir
e
c
t
y
o
ur
ca
l
l
?
”

“
Tom
m
y
C
h
a
n
’
s
room ple
a
s
e
”
Tom sc
a
nn
e
d t
h
e
p
r
e-
d
a
wn p
a
rki
n
g
lot
while he
w
a
i
t
e
d.

“
H
e
l
l
o
?”

“
H
a
nk
?
”

“
Y
ea
h,
W
a
lk
e
r th
a
t
y
ou
?
”

“
Y
ea
h,
I
g
ot
y
o
ur
s
i
g
n
a
l
.
”

“
W
e
g
ot problems. T
h
e
p
lane
didn’t
a
r
r
i
v
e
.”

“
W
h
a
t
?
W
h
a
t
the h
e
ll
do
y
o
u m
e
a
n the pl
a
ne
didn
’
t
a
r
r
ive
?
”
Tom
a
g
a
in
s
c
a
nn
e
d the p
a
rking
lo
t
.
H
e
turn
e
d to
f
a
c
e
t
h
e
phon
e
.

“
J
ust
g
odd
a
mn wh
a
t
I
sa
i
d
, the
plane
n
e
v
e
r sho
w
e
d up.
W
e
g
ot a m
a
jor bli
zz
a
rd up
h
e
r
e
. Ch
e
n didn’t
t
e
ll
me thi
s
.
He
p
re
ten
d
e
d to be in his
r
oom w
a
i
t
ing
f
o
r
w
o
r
d
b
ut
I
know it
t
ook him six
hou
r
s to
g
e
t ba
c
k to An
c
horage
f
rom
O
t
te
r B
a
y
.
He
just
le
f
t
m
y
r
oo
m
.
S
a
id
t
he
Chinese
a
re r
e
a
l p
i
ssed.
T
h
e
y
th
i
nk
w
e
’
r
e
d
i
c
king
t
h
e
m a
r
oun
d
.”

“
You don
’
t
t
hink
Tino is fu
c
king with us, do
y
ou
?
”

“
I
doubt
i
t. Tom, the lo
c
a
l ne
w
s s
a
y
s th
i
s is
the
w
o
r
st
s
torm in
y
e
a
r
s
.
S
hut down
a
ll
the
a
irpo
r
ts. The
r
e
’s a
c
h
a
n
c
e
P
a
t
t
y
’s pl
a
n
e
w
a
s
fo
r
ce
d dow
n
.
I
don
’
t know,
m
a
y
b
e it
c
r
a
s
h
e
d.”

“
Ok
a
y
,
I
h
a
ve
to
t
hink.
T
e
ll
Ch
e
n
w
e
’
r
e
not s
c
re
w
ing
with
t
h
e
m. T
e
ll
him
to
t
e
ll
his p
e
ople
w
e
do
n
’t know
w
h
a
t’s h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
e
i
t
h
e
r
.
”

“
I
’ve
a
lr
e
a
d
y
done
that.”

“
C
a
ll
B
ob
b
y
, t
e
ll
him
to s
i
t
t
i
g
ht.”

“
I
’ve
do
n
e
that too.”

“
Good, l
e
t
m
e
th
i
nk th
i
s throu
g
h,
I
’ll
g
e
t ba
c
k to
y
ou
a
s soon as
I h
a
v
e
a
n
y
t
hin
g
.
S
t
a
y
put. Don
’
t
l
ea
ve
y
o
u
r
r
oom
i
n
ca
se
I
n
ee
d to
t
a
lk
t
o
y
o
u.”
Tom
rubb
e
d his fo
r
e
h
ea
d.

“
W
h
e
re
the h
e
ll
do
y
ou
t
hink
I
’m
g
oi
n
g
?
I
’ll s
i
g
n
a
l
y
ou if
I
n
ee
d to
t
a
lk
.
”
The
c
onn
e
c
t
i
on w
e
nt s
i
lent.

Tom s
t
ood in sho
c
k for
a
mo
m
e
nt
a
nd slamm
e
d the phone
down.
“
F
u
c
k
,
”
h
e
y
e
l
l
e
d,
a
nd r
a
n to h
i
s c
a
r.
He
burst i
n
to
Be
t
t
y
’
s of
f
i
c
e
sta
r
t
l
i
n
g h
e
r
.

“
W
e
’
r
e
in
t
roubl
e
,
”
he
s
a
id.
“
P
a
t
t
y
’s in troubl
e
.”