The sunrays streaking through the window, shone on my face, making me squeeze my eyes. The phone rang and a lazy hand reached for it on the bedside.
"Hello," I managed to mumble despite my mind being half asleep.
"Hello Lawrence," the sweet smooth, feminine voice filtered through the earpiece hitting me like an electric Bolt.
"Nancy? How did you get my number?" I was now sitting, suddenly so alert.
"You wanted my help, right? Is the person in this city?" her voice was void of any emotion.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat nervously.
"Make sure your patient is in my abode by six tonight," then she cut the call off.
"Okay," I answered to a nonexistent call.
I dialled Mike's number.
"Hello my good friend," I spoke sarcastically.
"Lawrence what do you want? We are busy preparing for Dylan'
