At the bottom of the stepped path, Andrew has to stop and lean against a lamppost to catch his breath. His heart is triphammering, and it's not from the minimal exertion of the walk.
As he starts walking again, one hand comes out of his pocket with his cellphone, flipping it open and thumbing one speed-dial button with the unthinking ease of long practice. On the other end of the line, four buzzes and then the voicemail message.
"Angel? Just leaving the Park. I ran into your old friend with the nightclub. Make sure I still remember that when I get in, okay?"
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Date: 2009-05-03 09:55 pm (UTC)As he starts walking again, one hand comes out of his pocket with his cellphone, flipping it open and thumbing one speed-dial button with the unthinking ease of long practice. On the other end of the line, four buzzes and then the voicemail message.
"Angel? Just leaving the Park. I ran into your old friend with the nightclub. Make sure I still remember that when I get in, okay?"
Probably excessive paranoia on his part, but ...
Yeah.