At the other end of the line, Debbie recognized the girl's voice. She smiled bitterly
and said, “Put my husband on the phone.”
Megan had been nervous the whole afternoon, worrying that she would be held
responsible if Debbie was dead. Now that she heard Debbie's voice, she heaved
a sigh of relief. “Thank God. She's not dead.’
“Uncle Carlos doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” Megan Lowered her tone to
a whisper. As far away as Carlos was, he was definitely out of earshot. The
whisper was a voice that only she and Debbie could hear.
The girl glanced around warily.
But Debbie wasn't happy. “Doesn't want to talk to me? Who's this bitch to decide
whom he talks to?!" “Put him on the phone!” Debbie demanded, balling her hands
into fists. If Megan were standing in front of her right now, she would put one of
those fists to good use-punching her in the face.
“Uncle Carlos is in a bad mood. He really doesn’t want to talk to you.
It took hours for me to make him smile even a little. Just leave him alone.
Moreover, Uncle Carlos told me to answer the call for him. He even told me how
to unlock his phone. Just go away.”
“So how do you unlock his phone?” Debbie doubted what she said.
Anything Megan said was suspect at this point.
To her surprise, Megan recited the new password to get into Carlos“ phone-
Debbie's birthday. She'd set it only a few days ago. Now, she had to believe
Megan was telling the truth. Heartbroken, she hung up the phone quickly.
But Megan's performance had only just begun. Still holding the phone to her ear,
she pushed open the door to the private booth and said in a persuasive tone,
“Aunt Debbie, hang on. Why don't you tell Uncle Carlos that yourself? Hello?
Aunt Debbie?”
Carlos opened his eyes suddenly when he heard Megan's words. Megan showed
him the conversation log while holding the phone with trembling hands.
“Aunt Debbie called from an unknown number. I thought it was
Tristan, so I answered it, but it turned out to be Aunt Debbie. She asked me to tell
you that she wouldn't be home tonight and then hung up.”
Carlos took the phone and glared at the number silently for a long moment
before he called Debbie, but he didn’t get through; it went straight to voice mail.
He hung up in disgust and then dialed the unknown number. A woman answered
the phone.
“Hello?”
“Where is Debbie Nelson?” Carlos asked coldly.
“Oh, you mean the young girl who borrowed my phone? She left with her
boyfriend.”
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“Where did they go?”
The woman smiled.
“I don’t know. Her boyfriend carried her in his arms.
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Jealousy and anger filled Carlos,
replacing the disgust he had felt
before. These were rawer and more
powerful emotions, and Carlos was
no stranger to them. In fact, he felt
more powerful, more physically
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