Eva
***Phone Call***
“Hello,” Rick says.
I am concerned and I can feel him through the phone, “Sir, what's going on you rarely contact me this late?”
Rick asks, “Did I wake you?”
I laugh, “Not even remotely.”
“I was under the impression that you slept. Perhaps you're not human,” he says.
I think if you only knew. Rick is human, at least I think he is. He's fairly perceptive, though.’
Rick asks, “Are you at a party?”
“Just enjoying the company of friends and my adoptive family,” I reply.
“I hate to put a damper on your mood, but the magazine is in trouble,” he tells me.
I tell Rick, “I'm putting you on speaker! How is the magazine in trouble?”
“Your articles are great, so don't think about anything. I got the one you sent earlier about the murders. Hell, you made me think vampi
