raven would not lower himself to ask her . she could hear her own heart beating , hear the scrape of her breathing in her dry throat . chapter fourteen i was waking to my car when my cell phone rang . she stuck it in her pocket . he could have called to change his mind . then she got all the bird watchers , peepers , to do the same thing . when he came into the chamber , she looked up briefly , then returned to her sketch . a phone call after midnight was never a good thing . 