CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOTAYLOR
DAY ELEVEN
Taylor’s phone rang once, then stopped. She pulled it out of her pocket. Missed call from Mr. Hansen. He was probably calling to ask why she hadn’t checked in with the photos yet. Sighing, she dialed his number. Dead air. She tried again. Nothing. Looking at the signal she had one bar… no, now, none.
The signal kept flickering in and out. She waved the phone around, it seemed to get a better signal close to the window. She put her hand on the door handle. If she stepped outside, she might get better reception. Marcus wouldn’t mind that; Would he?
Taylor chewed her lip. Yes, he would. And, she had promised. She wouldn’t break a promise to him again. But, she needed to call Mr. Hansen back. Then an idea hit her, she could simply open the window and put
