I was so jacked up that I didn’t remember the phone until I was two blocks away. I nearly drove off the road and hit a mailbox trying to grab it off the floor. The phone was still flipped open, but the call had ended, which meant Daryl had hung up sometime during my conversation with the old guard. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. What had he heard? If he had listened to the entire conversation, he would have figured out who I was. And maybe it wasn’t even the right Daryl. But then why would...
Published on October 28, 2013 02:00