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Monday
That claimed her attention completely. "What
kind of help?"
"Come get me," Danny requested.
"Where are you? Are you in some kind of
trouble?"
"Sorta. Please…" There was a moment's silence
before he spoke again. "Come get me. I can't explain any more right
now."
In addition to the slurring, he was breathing
hard; in the back of her mind, she heard quiet echoes of another
young man asking for help. "Where are you?"
"Phone booth near the corner of Fourth and
Trident." Not the best area of the city. She looked up; the wall
clock read ten-twenty.
"Have you tried to call Peter Lowell?"
"Wasn't home. Couldn't think of anyone
else."
He was gasping and Cathy heard another
disquieting undertone in his voice: the beginnings of panic. She
looked down and realized she w
