Since Aria's shop was near a MARTA line, I took the train back up to the Perimeter area so I'd have time to think through my options and strategies. However, once it emerged from the underground part of the red line, my cell phone dinged with a text from John—"Call me. Urgent."
Making a phone call would be breaking the rules, although people did it all the time. In spite of it being a Saturday, the train was mostly empty with only one African American guy on the opposite end of the car. He bopped his head along to whatever came through his earbuds, and I wasn't even sure he'd noticed me through his half-lidded eyes. I stuck my earbuds in and called John.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Where are you?" was his response.
"On MARTA around Lindbergh, why?"
"Can you hop off there?" John asked just
