Protecting The Boss. Beverly Long

guess.” She picked up the phone. Put it on speaker. Played the message.

      It was a man’s voice. He spoke quietly, as if there might be the potential that he’d be overheard. There was no obvious regional or ethnic accent. “Your parents were killed. It wasn’t an accident. You better wake up and start smelling the roses.”

      “Play it again,” Seth said.

      She did.

      “Again,” he prompted, thinking he might have picked up a little background noise the second time.

      “No,” she said. “We’ve heard it enough. The words aren’t going to change.”

      He didn’t want to push her. She looked very fragile. “You don’t recognize the caller’s voice?” he asked.

      She shook her head.

      “Is it possible that it’s the pilot? You said he had head injuries. Maybe he’s... I don’t know, maybe he’s delusional.”

      “It’s not the pilot,” she said.

      “How can you know that for sure?” he asked. It was the most likely person to have information about the crash. The only person who had been there.

      “I would recognize his voice,” she said.

      “Are you sure?”

      “I would think so,” she said. “Given that I almost married him.”