The Photo Collector
“I am Travis Exposito. You should know that I am not fooling around.”
He nodded his head, trembling. “O–Okay.”
“Now, do it!” I commanded.
In just his one tap on the phone, a deep voice started speaking.
“Hello, son? What’s wrong? Are you up there? Did anything happen? Tell me!”
Holy crap! Philip’s father is a cop? I thought to myself. Surprised, I tightened my grip on his neck and whispered some words into his ears. “Do not say anything stupid, do you understand me? Pull yourself together. Take a deep breath.” When he was done and when he was finally less tensed and nervous, I continued. “Now, repeat what I say; No, Dad! Everything’s fine! It’s just—can you buy us something to eat? Me and my
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