Black Ink: A Ben Miles Mystery Novella, page 3
PARTMENT BUGGED USE CUP PHONE
I went back to the phone on the desk, which was flashing. No vibrate, no ringer, just a notification blinking on the cheap smartphone's screen. I tapped the screen, still covered by the manufacturer's plastic cover, and the message came up. It was, I assumed, from Kalli.
"the fbi has your apartment bugged for some reason, use this phone to text me, its a long story ill talk to you soon if anyone asks tell them to talk call your lawyer, my lawyer, thats his number on the card"
I stared at what was, for lack of a better term, a burner phone, when a ding went off on the other side of my apartment. It was my other cellphone, as as I looked at that one in my hands, I held the other. Rob wanted to meet. He'd found something out about the strip.
What the overflowing fuck was happening in my apartment might have to wait. Hopefully, the coffee in the second cup was real, and still hot.
I went back to the phone on the desk, which was flashing. No vibrate, no ringer, just a notification blinking on the cheap smartphone's screen. I tapped the screen, still covered by the manufacturer's plastic cover, and the message came up. It was, I assumed, from Kalli.
"the fbi has your apartment bugged for some reason, use this phone to text me, its a long story ill talk to you soon if anyone asks tell them to talk call your lawyer, my lawyer, thats his number on the card"
I stared at what was, for lack of a better term, a burner phone, when a ding went off on the other side of my apartment. It was my other cellphone, as as I looked at that one in my hands, I held the other. Rob wanted to meet. He'd found something out about the strip.
What the overflowing fuck was happening in my apartment might have to wait. Hopefully, the coffee in the second cup was real, and still hot.
