CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Thomas had fallen asleep in his recliner as it had been a very long day; the ringing telephone now startled him. Answering in time to keep Nancy from waking was his goal as he hurriedly reached for it, “Yes?”
"Hello? Thomas? This is Brent Carver. I've called a meeting for tomorrow morning at eleven in my office. It concerns you and the police department. I'm counting on you being there."
"Sure, I'll be there."
“Thank you.” Brent hung up.
Miller slowly climbed the stairs to the bedroom and found his wife in bed sound asleep. Well, at least I won't have to put up with her third degree, he thought. He accidentally dropped one of his shoes on the floor making a loud thump.
Nancy stirred and mumbled, "Did you let the cat out?"
"We don't have a cat," he softly said.
"Is the phone ringing?" She slurred.
"No dear, go back to sleep."