Blaybe grabbed the red pen and began to scribble on the white notepad. The Kid noticed everything in these next few seconds. He would remember the sound of the pen scribbling across the sheet for the rest of his life. As well as the sound of the sheet being ripped off the pad.
"Call this number. Ask for Danny."
When The Kid reached for the landline his boss shook his head. "Let's keep this line open."
The Kid nodded. Reached for his phone and dialed. He noticed the area code was different from the
Seaside Rest
. But he'd seen it enough to know that it was still local. Just ten minutes or so south on the highway.
Each ring sounded longer than the previous. He stood there trying not to shake his hand too much. Finally a prompt for the voicemail came on. He felt relieved. Hung up.