"Sorry I'm late, man," a voice I never thought I'd be more eager to hear, cuts in.

Ezra. About fucking time. 

If he hadn't shown up when he did, I don't know what I'd have done next. Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'd remained seated when I should've left the moment she'd approached me. 

"I had some things to handle at work and it took longer than I'd planned," Ezra said, waving his dead phone at me. "Would've texted, but this thing's useless now." 

For a guy who runs a security company, you'd think he'd know better than to let his phone die without backup.

Charlotte clicks her teeth...