Chapter 12“I’d like to speak to Captain Frisano, please.”
“I’m sorry, the captain is unavailable.”
“Wren? This is Jimmy McSwain. Make him available.”
Jimmy’s tone was angry, indignant. And it got him nowhere, even from someone within the 10th who usually helped him. He was informed in a helpless monotone that the captain was not on the premises and then suggested if this was an emergency to call 911.
“What’s going on, Wren?”
“I’m sorry, Jimmy.”
The call ended, not his choice. Jimmy stared at his silent phone and then a fresh idea came to him. He should have thought of this first. He went back to his list of recent calls and hit send when he came to Frank, Personal. It went straight to voicemail.
“f**k,” Jimmy said, loudly.
The cab driver turned his head. “Sir, something I did wrong
