A Phone Call From Angela
Despite Monroe’s pessimistic attitude, I was celebrating, internally at least. Farouk had done a good job and it looked like we were going to have a way to get “in” with Mezzanotte Productions. Not an easy thing to do. That didn’t guarantee anything, but at least it got us a foot in the door.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, sucking on a beer and feeling generally upbeat, when the phone rang. I jumped, startled, as I wasn’t expecting any calls.
I looked at the caller ID. It was Angela. What the hell was she doing calling again?
I picked up the phone. “Everything all right?” I said.
“Fine. Fine. I just wanted to call. See what you were doing.”
“I’m not doing anything. Monroe and I are trying to figure out how to get these girls out of here.”
“Girls? How
