And the silence that followed was the loudest thing he’d ever known.
His father’s call sign. A lump formed in Leo’s throat. He hadn’t known.
Ch 19: 146.520 – Ham Radio Call (Local old men. Morning nets. Dad, WB2XRP.) motorola cp1300 frequency list
Ch 11: 162.550 – NOAA Weather (Boring until it isn’t) Ch 12: 155.340 – Hospital Link (Ambulance to ER. Never happy news.) Ch 13: 159.900 – State Police Tac-3 (Don’t transmit. Just listen. They don’t like listeners.)
The next page had only three entries, written in a shaky hand, the ink a different shade of blue. And the silence that followed was the loudest
That was odd. A restaurant on a business radio frequency? Leo made a mental note.
Leo’s father had carried it for twenty years. First as a park ranger, then as a security coordinator, and finally, in the quiet last years before retirement, as a man who just liked to listen. He hadn’t known
But his fingers moved anyway. He picked up the radio. The battery was full. He clicked the rotary knob to Channel 21.
He scrolled further down. The list became stranger.