PREVIEW
... reets, the air crisp and cool, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I glanced at the caller ID—
Abigail Bardot.
I smirked, already knowing what this call was about.
Sliding my finger across the screen, I answered, keeping my voice calm and formal.
"Good evening, Ms. Bardot. Anything I can assist with?"
Her voice came through the speaker, agitated, on edge.
"Samuel, what have you done?!" she snapped. "Joshua is receiving calls from the police! They ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE