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TESSA
I didn’t recognize the number or the voice on the other end that asked, “Is this Tessa?”
“Speaking, who’s calling, please.”
“This is Becca. I met you the other night with Jaime, in the warehouse.” If this was the same girl that fell on the floor, she sounded sober now.
“Hi Becca. What can I do for you?” I asked.
“I’ve got some information you’re going to want. It’s about Bobby. Can you meet me in Garberville? Jaime and I are working out here for a bit.” Becca said.
“Can’t you tell me over the phone?” I asked, not having a clue about how I could get away to meet them with Enzo watching me like a hawk.
“It’s not that kind of news. Better delivered in person. Can you meet us at Savor? Their Rocky Road milkshakes are the bomb,” Becca said.
In order to make a quick escape, I c
