James
I can’t do anything. I could scream and rage, howling my fury at the world.
But I settle for sitting, keeping my silence.
Klempner sits too, surveying me, eyes narrowed, when…
My phone blinks in his hand, an incoming message.
Fuck!
Klempner whips out, tapping at the flashing screen. He curses as it still doesn’t unlock. But he offers up the phone to me, showing me the preview before it blinks off. “Your friend Michael is worried. You haven’t contacted him and he wonders if you’re alright. Wouldn’t you like to speak to him?”
Fuck you…
But I keep the thought to myself and my lips sealed.
Then he touches his ear again… That strange gesture…
After a moment, “I’d say you're about to get a call.”
How...?
He tosses the phone across and as my fingers snap around it, it rings.
Mi
