It is a trap, you idiot. A comfy cage is still a cage. "I could call the police. Tell them you are holding my father." Dominic gestures to an ornate rotary phone in the corner of the room. "Be my guest." Would the police rescue me and my father from the Beast of Boston? I cross my arms over my chest. "It’s probably for decoration and doesn’t even work. Who even has a phone like that anymore?" He doesn’t answer, but his lip curls slightly in what is almost a smile.
