Chapter 27Penny ran to the front and asked Mirage if she could make a call. Holding up a piece of broken cell phone, her face portrayed a crooked smile. “Here, no problem,” Mirage handed her the receiver and accepted the damaged bent metal. An audible clunk meant the phone now rested in the bottom of a trash can.
Penny tapped her toes and waited for John to answer. After what seemed like twenty rings, he yelled into the phone and didn't sound happy about receiving a call. “What's up? I'm balancing on a beam–high above the Strip—on the sixtieth floor. It's like a windstorm up here. Can this wait until I get home?”
She looked around, realizing she couldn't talk openly, while at work. “I had to tell you that I dropped my phone and it broke. Can we meet at that church tonight?”
“Sure, what'
