Ellen clutched her phone tightly as she put it to her ears. Ronan picked up at the third ring and began speaking. "I was just about to call you..."
"How could you?" she asked. Her voice sounded angry but was still calm, so it was difficult for Ronan to know if she was angry at all. Varian looked at her as she paced around the living room; he knew she was so mad at that moment, and he wondered if he should have told her about the stocks thing.
"That was the right thing to do," he said to himself, nodding his head.
"How could I?" Ronan asked confused. He wanted to tell her that he had gone to the police station and that he might be on the edge of catching the prep, so why was she mad at him?
"Do I look like an easy target?" she asked, shaking her head. "Wait no, I must have been an ea
