He got the call at the Kennedy Center. It really wasn't much of a surprise. He'd known that it was coming for some time. But that still didn't prevent the sick feeling that he got in his stomach when he understood who was calling him and what it was about. He'd both been running from this call and expecting it for months. It just didn't seem possible that he could escape as easily as it seemed, at first, that he had. They couldn't have known his number. Somebody would have to give it to them. They didn't even know where, exactly, he was. He had been moving regularly. But, they found him anyway. Just like he knew they would. Just like he always thought that they would.

Stumble It!