Chapter 6
It had been several days since Ted’s encounter with Trace at the restaurant. Now Ted sat on his bed in his dorm room, staring at the phone number and note Trace had given him. He had no idea of what to make of it. Equally as confusing were the feelings that the man had aroused in him. He knew he had to do something to make more money.
Charlie looked up from his desk where he’d been studying. “Made up your mind yet?”
Ted had told Charlie about the huge tip and Trace’s cryptic offer of help, but not the physical reaction Ted had had to the man. “No.” Ted sighed. “I just don’t get it. Why would this perfect stranger want to help me out?”
“Only one way to find out,” Charlie said, turning back to his books.
“You think I should call then?”
Charlie didn’t look up. “Like I said, on
