The hieroglyphics scribbled on both was beginning to drive her crazy. More than once, she questioned whether or not to just give it up; whatever “it” was. But she couldn’t let go of the image of Miles’s face when he told her it was “something big.” But did that something get him killed? Was there even a connection? Maybe they had just pulled a job and were afraid of getting caught, or maybe one of them had a warrant out for their arrest. And maybe not. Flipping the matchbook over, Delta looked down at Megan’s number. Twice, since their meeting the night before, Delta picked up the phone to call her, but she felt like an awkward teenager. Staring at the phone, as if willing it to ring, Delta shook her head at her prepubescent actions and picked it up. So what if she found the company of a prostitute more pleasurable than her friends right now? Before the third ring, a woman answered. “Can I speak with Megan, please?” Delta felt her heart beating loudly. “Delta! It’s good to hear from you.“ Megan’s voice rose and dropped like the violin section of an orchestra.
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