Redemption

Ben didn't need any coins, dialing the unlisted number he knew by heart. "Hello?" "Four seven five, eight three two, zero five," he said, keeping his voice low. "One moment." He didn't recognize the tinny classical music playing while he waited on hold. They'd finally gotten around to changing the tune. "About time," he thought; he was sick of Vivaldi. A woman's voice cut off the music. "McGraff." "Four seven five, eight three two, zero five," Trinity repeated quietly. "You're cutting it pretty damned fine, Ben. You were forty minutes from being in violation, you know that?" Her cigarette-and-whiskey voice might have been sexy if he didn't know what Mrs. Clarice McGraff looked like. Or feared her. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry." He heard the tapping of computer keys over the line, imagining the inaudible signals bouncing off satellites thousands of miles above his head pinning him to a map like an insect on a specimen card. It took several seconds before McGraff said sharply, "You're not in Spokane." "No, ma'am. I'm not." "You've drifted way off your authorized route, Benedictus. A few more miles, and you'd be setting off alarms all over the country. Where the hell are you?" He looked around the cafe, searching for a clue. "I'm not sure." --from "Redemption"Jackson, Lee M. is the author of 'Redemption ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780312363444 and ISBN 0312363443.