"No, I'm not callin' 'cause you're in trouble," I cut him off. "I need to talk to you. Your ol' lady around?"
I heard some shuffling in the background.
"Be right back, baby," he said to Angela. A few minutes later he spoke to me again. "Alright, go on."
"I'm just going to come right out and say it," I told him. "I found Blythe. She's back."
Silence.
"Sorry, you found her?" he asked.
"Yup, in Nebraska, hiding," I said.
"Hiding? From what? Why didn't she come home?" he asked.
"Dunno, she won't say," I replied. "You can ask her yourself when you get back."
"f***k, is she okay?" he asked, sounding frustrated and worried.
"She's... fine," I mumbled, wondering if that was even true. "Pi.ssed that she's back here."
"What? Why?" He asked.
"I don't know Tusk," I said. "Something's... st
