LANCE DIXON
One week later.
I was fixing my thick jacket when my phone rang. It’s Denver. I picked it up while still looking at the full-length-sized mirror.
“Hey, Denver. What’s up?” I answered.
“Lance, are you going to leave now?” He asked in the other line.
“Yeah. Why? Is there any problem?”
“No, no. Everything’s fine here. You don’t have to worry. I just want to give my advance good luck to you and take care.”
“Thanks. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”
I heard him sigh on the other line. “As much as I want to do it, but I can’t. You know that I need to take care of things here in the city. I want to keep with you, but our duty comes first.”
“Well, then. Good luck to both of us,”
“Yeah. I’ll call you again to check if you have already arrived there. Have a safe jo
