A little after midnight, the phone rang next to Paxton’s bedside table. He fumbled for the phone, knocking it to the floor. Completely exhausted, he was tempted to just leave it, but as soon as it stopped ringing, it began again. Frustrated, he leaned over to see who was calling. He swore when we saw Nicoli’s name on the screen and groaned as he reached down to pick it up.
“What is it?” Paxon asked as he answered.
“I need your help,” Nicoli sounded serious.
Paxton turned on the light and sat up straight in his bed, “There is only one reason you would be calling me at this hour, and that is to help with Valerie, and I won’t help. Whatever stupid thing he did to warrant her wrath is probably justified, and I don’t want to be a part of it.” Paxton hung up the phone. Only for it to ring an
