Chapter 1292 – Frantic Calls

• “It’s good to speak to you again,” Victor says the next evening, his voice metallic and mechanical through the old rotary phone.
• “Yes,” I reply, twirling my fingers in the chord. “The agency let me know that you tried to contact me over the weekend. I apologize for being unavailable.”
• “That’s all right,” he murmurs, dismissing it. “You are, of course, entitled to your life. You shouldn’t have to be on call for all of my emergencies.”