Vin stabbed Ann-Marie’s name on his phone’s screen with more force than strictly necessary. The phone rang twice before someone thumbed it on. Vin heard, through the cheap speaker, a burst of laughter. “Let us know how it comes out,” said someone. There was a pause, another burst of laughter, and then Ann-Marie managed to get it up to her ear.
“You are go for Ann-Marie,” she said into the phone.
“Hey,” Vin said. He wanted to say more than that, needed to say more than that, but the weird weight of everything that had happened was hanging around his neck so hard it made his throat hurt. He’d been staring at his phone, at his list of contacts, for probably an hour, trying to decide who to call, who would care, who might possibly have anything for him.
“Oh, hi.” There was a hint of surpris
