There was a burst of static, then Daniel’s voice, thin and furious and trying hard not to sound scared.
“What the hell did you do?”
Not hello.
Not sorry.
Not please.
I looked at Doyle.
He gave one small nod.
“I canceled my cards,” I said.
“Our cards.”
“No. Mine.”
Marissa was saying something in the background. Sharp. Fast. He snapped at her to shut up, then continue reading …
