or not the anti-client would see through my disguise and kidnap me tonight, I wouldn't make it very far without blood sugar.
In the kitchen my hand paused a few inches from the refrigerator door. Atop the fridge the message light on my parents' answering machine was blinking. I swore at myself for not having checked earlier. Normally no one ever called me on the landline, but with my cell phone missing in action, someone might have tried the parental number.
When I pushed the button, my mom's voice declaimed this chirpy, chilling message:
"I hope you check this, Hunter. Good news: Some guy called me and said he found your phone. I didn't know you'd lost it. Anyway, he was really nice. He said he was going to be up in Midtown this afternoon, so he's dropping it by my office. See you tonight."
Beep.
I grabbed the phone and dialed her office, one of the few numbers I knew by heart. Her assistant answered.
"She's already left."
"Did a man come by, a strange man, to leave something?"
He laughed. "Relax, Hunter, he showed up. Really nice guy. Your mother's got your phone and she's bringing it home. I swear - you kids and your phones."
"When did he come by?"
"Uh, right after lunch?"
"And she's okay? She didn't go anywhere with him, did she?"
"Sure, she's okay. Go anywhere? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. It's just that..." He must have dropped by the office to get a look at her. Then he would wait outside until she left and headed for home. He'd bump into her, strike up a conversation, get her somewhere alone. Plenty of chances for that. Mom always took the subway home. Or they could have staged a purse snatching to gather more information.
"It's nothing. Thanks." I hung up.
They might already have my mother as well as Mandy. And even if they'd only gone for her purse, they would definitely have this address now, not to mention the -
I heard keys jangling in the door.
Chapter 15
Chapter 15
THE APARTMENT DOOR SWUNG OPEN, AND WE EXCHANGED terrified stares.
I recovered first, given that it was in fact my mom. Not held hostage with a knife to her neck, just Mom.
She, on the other hand, freaked out. She stared at me for a moment, then down at her keys, at the number on the apartment door, and then back at me.
"Hunter...?"
"Hi, Mom."
The bag of groceries hit the floor, slumping to one side as its forgotten contents settled. She took a few steps forward, taking in my two-thousand-dollar black-tie splendor with her mouth wide open.
"Good God, Hunter, is that you? What happened?"
"I decided to go for a new look."
She blinked once in slow motion. "No shit!"
Having induced mom profanity, I had to chuckle.
She took a few more steps, shaking her head, and reached out to touch my platinum hair.
"Don't worry, Mom, it won't break."
"It looks pretty good. Actually, you look fabulous, but..."
My hand went to the bow tie. Had it already gone squiggly? "But what?"
"You hardly look like... you."
Her voice cracked on the last word, and in one awful moment my mother managed to go all the way from profanity to tears. Her eyes glistened, her lips trembled, and she actually sniffed.
I was appalled.
"Mom."
"I'm sorry." She rested one hand on my shoulder, the other covering her eyes. Her shoulders shook.
"What's wrong? What did I...?"
She looked up at me, and I realized she was laughing now, a deep sound that shook her whole body.
"I'm sorry, Hunter, you just look so damn different."
I took a deep, relieved breath. We were back in profanity territory.
"Yeah, I'm going to this party tonight," I explained. "And it's kind of formal, so Jen and I were hanging out and we figured it would be fun to... you know, dress up."
"Jen did that to your hair?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well... well." She cleared her throat, just smiling now, though her eyes still glittered. "You look incredible. When did you learn to tie a bow tie?"
"Recently." I looked at the clock. "Sorry, Mom, but I've got to get to the party. It's way uptown."
"Of course." She nodded, the shock finally releasing its hold on her. Then she giggled. "I'm not going to tell your dad, though. Can't wait until tomorrow morning. Oh, hang on, I almost forgot." She reached into her bag. "This really nice guy - "
"Yeah, I know all about the nice guy."
My phone emerged, and I reached for it. The familiar shape slid into my hand, solid and gloriously real. "Thanks for getting it back for me. The