Chapter 19
Bobby ended the call when the drawling redneck voice started, making a sad attempt to be clever instead of just suggesting he leave a message.
Again.
He stared down at his smartphone. His formerly private one that Steph, his co-workers, and anyone else in his normal life had never or would ever call. Last year’s model, just like his public version.
The only visible difference between the two was the slim-fit case for his day-to-day phone was outlined in cool gray. The more important, personal one in blood red.
When the screen finally locked itself and went black, he pulled a blue microfiber cleaning cloth out of his pants pocket and wiped his fingerprints away.
Not because he was worried about anyone finding this phone, or matching his prints up with anything he didn’t wan
