When the unknown number flashed across the screen, I almost launched the phone into the street. Instead, I punched the button to accept the call and yelled, “I swear to fucking god, Charlie, if you call me one more goddamn time, I’m gonna drive to your house and hang you up by your fucking balls. There is no one fucking following you. There is no one in your bushes. It’s all in your fucking head. You’re crazy, do you hear me? You’re a fucking quack. Maybe no one has—”
