He tried it again. Still nothing. One more time with feeling. More nothing. Grumbling to himself, he got his phone out of his pocket and dialed his brother. Quan picked up on the first ring. “Yo, wassup?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. “I’m outside your building.” “Whoa, what? Is something wrong? Wait, I’m coming. Hold on a second.” A softer female voice murmured something in the background, and he said, “It’s my brother. Be right back.” The call disconnected. Khai kicked at a spot of dirt on the concrete as he waited. It sounded like he wasn’t the only one who’d had an eventful night.
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