•35• Gerrard

Priscilla's not picking up the phone.

I've been ringing her up ever since I left the dealer store an hour ago, but instead of picking up, she just cancelled my latest call.

Is she mad at me, still?

Or is she sleeping and I'm just disturbing her?

I sigh, attempting one more call, but like all the previous calls, this one goes unanswered, too.

Gripping the steering wheel hard, I determinedly go on for my house. I'd been calling Priscilla to tell her who the stalker is. I wanted to tell her to come to the office. But I don't have enough time or patience to go to her house and shit. I need to go home and make a few calls for a board meeting, gather my documents and evidence, too. 

Guess I'll just tell Priscilla when this is all over and well behind us.

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I've only just gotten out of the shower when I get a call from Bru. Wiping my long mane with a towel, I pick up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Gerr. Keith told me. Ab