"Do you have money?"
Retracting her hand, Flossie Wright's words were chilling.
Narrowing his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson asked directly, "What do you want to do?"
"Make a call."
Her gaze turned icy as Flossie spoke coldly.
Pausing slightly, Glenn Hutchinson quickly understood.
What she was about to do next, using his phone to make a call, wasn't exactly convenient.
Yet, he still couldn't grasp Flossie's intentions.
Without asking more, Glenn Hutchinson drove to a roadside public phone booth and bought a card for Flossie from a newsstand.
Flossie went to make the call on her own.
Standing by the phone booth, Flossie adjusted the brim of her hat, inserted the card, and dialed a vaguely familiar number.
She rarely stored other people's phone numbers, preferring to rely on her memory, especially when it concerned dangerous individuals. Revealing contact information was never wise.
