“That’s right. If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind swinging by and rescuing me? Oh, and maybe bring the National Guard or something because I think Spencer might still be hanging around to make sure I’m dead and that guy is really good at fighting.” “I’m sorry, kid.” That was a weird thing for him to say. “It’s okay, Tom.” “No, I mean, I’m sorry I’m not going to be able to help. You should have put in a direct call to the sheriff’s station.” “Why?”
