CHAPTER NINETEEN
Camryn Mays was in her little apartment doing her nails when she heard her cell phone’s ringtone.
Don’t answer it, she told herself.
Who could it possibly be that she’d want to talk to?
Hardly anybody in Angier, surely, and she didn’t know anybody who lived anywhere else except her brother, and he never phoned her.
She hated living in Angier—more on some mornings than on others.
Today she wanted to get out of this town so bad she could taste it.
The ringtone stopped, and Camryn finished painting her nails and blew on them to make them dry a little faster. They’d be dry in plenty of time for her lunchtime shift at Vern’s Café. She just hoped they wouldn’t get chipped today from handling dishes and flatware.
The other servers called the lunch shift the “run and gun”
