(Willa)
Cali grabbed the phone, letting out a breath before she plastered on a smile. “Yes?” She stood up; the phone clutched in her hands.
“I’m doing this your way, which is a first for me,” a low voice sounded over the speaker.
“John, how nice of you to call," Cali purred. Holden rolled his eyes. “But how can I be sure you didn’t just bribe the bartender for my information?”
“You can’t,” the man answered matter-of-factly. I leaned forward in my seat, tracking Cali’s movements. The room had fallen completely silent. “But I don’t know many who would cross him. You said yourself they would end up dead.” Cali chewed her lip and nodded slowly. “So, you want to meet?” the man went on.
“Yes, somewhere outside the city. Tomorrow.” Cali's voice didn't waver; I would have been consumed by
