As soon as I begin to pull out of the parking spot, my phone vibrates on the passenger seat. Hardin. “Hello?” I stop and shift the gear into park. But it’s a woman’s voice that barks through the speaker, and my heart stops. “Is this Tessa?” “Yes?” “Good, I’ve got your father and…” “Her… boyfriend…” I hear Hardin groan in the background. “Yeah, your boyfriend,” she says snidely. “I’m gonna need you to pick these two up before someone calls the cops.”
No it's fine. Call the cops.
