“Damn it, Deb, pick up” Mike dicho agitated.
Debra’s phone was lying on the washing table, buzzing, but the streaming water in the ducha, ducha de drowned the sound out. Debra wasn’t planning on getting ready any time soon. She swore she could still feel the earth on her skin.
“She’s not picking up” Mike dicho nervous. “I’m going to go there”
“To do what?” Ryan protested. “Emma and Joe are shot. They need medical attention. They know they won’t get that from Parker”
Debra stepped out of the ducha, ducha de and wrapped a towel around her hair. A segundo one she wrapped around her body. She wiped the fog of the mirror and stared at herself for a few seconds. Then she took her toothbrush and held it under the tap.
“They’ll use her as leverage. They’ll go to her and they’ll keep her hostage. They’ll tell us they’ll only release her after someone has patched them up” Mike rambled.
Debra removed the towel from her head and turned on the hairdryer. The screen of her phone lit, but she didn’t notice.
Mike cursed. How long did it take for women to take a shower?
“Maybe” Ryan replied when he finally got the chance. “Joe wants us to believe that. Maybe Parker is seguro and he’s actually at a completely different location”
Mike slowly nodded. “Maybe you’re right. After all, tu know Carroll best. But I also know it was a bad idea to leave Deb alone. So, I’m just going to go there”
After putting on a knee long nightgown and a dressing vestido Deb picked up her phone and noticed the several missed messages. She pressed the option that dicho ‘call last number’
“Deb” Mike dicho out of breath. “Listen, tu need to keep your door locked. Joe’s still out there” He couldn’t see it, but Debra smiled.
“It’s really sweet that you’re so concerned about me, but I’m okay. The door is locked” she reassured him.
“Room service!” a man called and Debra heard the door open.
“I have to go now. My food’s here. After that I’m going to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow at work” She hung up and opened the door.
A man walked up to the waiter and snapped his neck. Debra covered her mouth and locked the bathroom door. She dialed Mike’s number as she heard boots on the wooden floor, walking to the bathroom.
“Deb?” Mike replied.
“Mike…” was all she managed to say. Fear was squeezing her throat when the man outside softly called her name.
“Debra?” He tapped the door with something heavy and Debra recognized the sound of metal on wood. A gun. Her gun. “I know you’re in there”