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He’d never been into cougars or sluts who would put out for anyone. Maybe Marc preferred the hunt. It put more substance into a meaningless affair.
    A hot shower did wonders. Marc slipped into new jeans and a heavy sweater he’d purchased that afternoon, then returned to sit on the bed next to the hotel phone. He needed to touch base with his family, let them know where he was and that his cell phone was down. Marc punched the pillows, leaned back and got comfortable and placed the call to his home out in L.A., noting the hour difference and that they would probably be done with dinner and possibly even down by the beach enjoying the cooler evening temperatures.
    “KFA!” his father bellowed into the phone.
    “Dad. It’s Marc.” He didn’t comment on his father answering his personal cell phone the way he would answer his work phone. His parents could use a vacation, too.
    “What number are you calling me from?” Greg King’s deep baritone suddenly sounded tense. None of them used phones other than their own, which had scramblers installed to protect them, and their clients.
    “That’s why I’m calling you. I ran my Mustang into a snowdrift earlier tonight, and when I got out my phone fell in the snow. It’s out of commission.”
    “What about your car? And a hotel room phone?”
    Marc didn’t usually give much thought to how different their phone conversations were from other families. It was second nature to look over his shoulder, double-check any new environment he entered, and not say a word about where he was, or what he was doing, over an insecure line.
    “I’ll know more after the tow truck brings it to the lodge. We’re in a doozy of a blizzard right now.”
    “How did you get to the lodge?” Greg didn’t ask where the lodge was.
    “One of the employees here was nice enough to come get me so I wouldn’t have to sit it out inside my car for several hours waiting to be pulled out of the snow.”
    His father chuckled for the first time, whatever it was that had distracted him when he answered easing away as he understood what his son had just gone through. “I’ll remember never to let you drive next time we’re in snow.”
    “Not this kind of snow.” Marc wouldn’t argue with him there. “I’ll see about ordering another phone or grabbing one in town once I’m able to get there. But in the meantime, if you need me, you’ll have to call the lodge.” He didn’t have to offer the number. It would be on his father’s caller ID.
    “Well, I hope you’re enjoying your vacation,” Greg said. “Let me know when you get a new cell.”
    “Will do, and it’s been okay so far. I checked in this morning, so I’ll keep you posted.” He didn’t see any reason to mention London. Marc leaned forward, swinging his legs off the bed. “How are things going there?”
    “You aren’t secure,” his dad reminded him. “Enjoy your vacation and you can catch up when you get home. There’s nothing you can do out there anyway.”
    “Nothing I can do out here?” If there was a tough case, Marc would have to cut his vacation short.
    “We’ll talk later.”
    “I’ll let you know when I have a new cell phone.” That wouldn’t mean he’d be secure and Marc knew it. Marc and his family used scramblers they installed in their cells to prevent anyone from overhearing their conversations.
    “Better call your insurance company, too.”
    “Yup.” Marc got a good deal on the vintage Mustang he’d bought before the holidays. “Hopefully it’s not hurt, just stuck.”
    “Let me know.”
    Marc took a moment to talk to his mom, promised to stay in touch, and hung up the phone. He knew the rest of his family felt the stress from their last case. Although they’d handled many jobs for bonding companies in the L.A. area, bringing in criminals who skipped out on court dates or didn’t show up to meet parole officers and then tried skipping the state, none of those cases held the same appeal as the