Cale was just raising his hand to knock at the doorwhen it swung open. A tall fellow with short dark hair and a phone pressed to his ear peered out at him. "Cale Valens?" "Yes," Cale answered, knowing the guards at the front gate had called up to the house warning of his arrival. "Come on in." The fellow stepped back to make way, pushing a button to end his call before offering a hand to Cale. "Justin Bricker. Most people call me Bricker." Cale accepted the hand, shaking it politely as he stomped his feet on the welcome mat a couple of times to remove the worst of the snow on his boots. He then stepped inside. "I was told I should speak to Garrett Mortimer." "Yeah, I know. The boys at the gate called the house and said as much, but Mortimer's down at the garagewith Sam." Bricker shut the door and then turned to face him, waving the phone vaguely. "I was just calling down there to tell him you were here, but there's no answer. Hopefully that means they're on their way to the house." "Hopefully?" Cale removed his brown leather winter coat. "Yeah, well, they may have been getting busy in one of the cells," Bricker explained wryly as he took the coat and quickly hung it in a closet beside the