This time for the passports.” “That man?” Henley didn’t bother to hide his distaste. “I know you don’t like him—” “I don’t feel comfortable with him.” “He’s not here to make us feel comfortable. He’s here to get us passports.” It was a little blunt, but it seemed to work, as Henley followed me down to the hostel lobby. “Why don’t you do it?” Henley looked at the ground between his feet. “I’d call him, but um . . . I don’t think he likes me. He seems to like you better.” I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so nervous about calling Carl myself. He had been nice enough to me, but he was still a criminal. I picked up the phone and began to dial. It rang. “Anything?” Henley asked. “Not yet.” The phone rang again. “Still nothing?” Henley was putting me on edge. “You’ll hear it if he picks up,” I said. I was about to give up when I heard a click on the other end. “Hi . . . uh, Carl?” “Yes?” He sounded more intimidating on the phone than he did in real life.
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