Eyes scarlet but drying, she tuned in to Bobby's concerned pleas for her to answer him. Cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. “I'm here,” Clarice said in a surprisingly clear voice.
“You okay? I know this must be hard. You up to talking to Ace? I can give you his number so you can call when you feel better.”
“No, I'm fine. I just had to collect myself. I had no idea you'd be helping him, though I should have. In fact, I was calling to ask you to do just that.”
He paused and Clarice could sense his silent grin. “What makes you think I'd help that dweeb?”
“The threat of my straight-right to your ribs?”
“Ha! You know me too well, Boss,” he chuckled.
“And don't you ever forget it.”
“Hang on. I'll let the breadstick nerd update you on the plan.” The phone clicked and Bobby said,
