Auto

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Auto couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. What if Frankie needed help? What if someone came after her? What if—

Auto's phone rang. It was an unknown number. Though typically, he didn't answer unknown numbers, he had a gut feeling he should.

"Hello."

"Auto," Grim croaked on the other line. "Help."

With that one breathless word, the dial tone echoed.

Immediately, Auto began to panic. He was not tech savvy, not in the least. He'd literally ripped apart the old tech guy for feeding info to a rival gang.

So he called the first person he could thing of:

Tonya.

Auto knew he shouldn't contact her. She would feel obligated to let Frankie know, but he would have to ask her to lie—it would be messy. But Grim was worth. His best friend needed his help, and damnit if he was going to let him down now.

***

Pissed was not even the proper word for was Tonya was feeling. So she ranted as she triangulated Grim's location.

"I can't believe you!" She cursed as fast as fingers fly across the keyboard.

"Do you have any idea what position you've put—"

Auto cringed at the thought of asking Tonya to lie to Frankie.

"Trust me, I know."

Tonya ignored his words. "—My best friend in? Two twin boys practically alone?"

Auto really cringed now. "I did what I thought was best," He said.

"Well you were wrong," Tonya narrowed eyes at him, hands blindly, but skillfully raking the keyboard.

Auto sighed. "Maybe I was," I admitted quietly.

Abruptly, the clacking if the keyboard stopped.

"He's in the middle of Bella's territory," She said somberly.

That was the final brush stroke on this portrait of misery.