She stared at the reply.
Why do I read anger in that?
And not just any anger.
A fury.
She caught herself typing:
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK?
She stared at that, then immediately tapped the DELETE key over and over.
When the bubble was blank, she turned her head in thought—and realized her impulse had been the right one.
These bastards are killers.
I can’t show weakness.
She typed:
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK?
AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU CONSIDER AN ARRANGEMENT THAT IS MUTUALLY SATISFYING?
It was a long moment before a new bubble popped up:
267-555-9100
MY APOLOGY. AREA CODE 831 IS CALIF
I KNOW NO ONE THERE
That’s probably a lie.
She sighed.
This is all a damn lie. A nightmare.
What am I doing?
Another bubble quickly followed:
267-555-9100
WHAT MAY I CALL YOU? MS MAC?
Maggie felt her heart race.
That’s what Krystal called me!
Don’t let your guard down!
I can hear that Eastern European voice in his sentence structure.
And then came another bubble:
267-555-9100