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“Shhhh. He heard me.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Then, on her end, “Roger! Roger!” Lo cursed into the phone. “I swear, if I’m not talking about sports, alcohol, or golf, the entire house could fall down around him and he wouldn’t hear.”
Knock! Knock! “Seriously, woman. This isn’t a joke.”
I whispered into the phone, “He’s getting impatient. We’ve talked too much. I need to do something.”
“My God, I can hear that too. You’re not being quiet.” That was the guy again.
“Did you hear that?” another hiss into my phone.
“ROGER!” She muttered another curse before, “Billie’s on the phone. She wants to know what kind of wine you want her and Brett to pick up on the way?”
A squeak sounded, and then, “What?” Roger’s voice came over the phone next. “What’d you say? Billie’s coming over with wine?”
“No! You need to call 911 for her instead.”
“No!” I shouted into the phone.
“911? Is she okay?”
I was fully yelling now, “If he calls 911 where you live, that’ll go to your local dispatch. I’m not in Texas. I’m in California.”
“Oh, shit. WAIT! YOU NEED TO CALL 911 IN CALIFORNIA WHERE BILLIE IS. SHE HAS SOME GUY TRYING TO BREAK INTO HER HOTEL ROOM!”
WHAT?” Roger yelled right back.
“For fuck’s sake.” The guy on the other side pounded against the door once more, but he was losing momentum. “I’m a friend of Brett’s. I’m coming for you. You’re Willow Harm, right?”
“He knows who I am.”
Lo added right after, also horrified, “He knows who you are.” She must’ve turned her head away, “HE KNOWS WHO BILLIE IS!”
“WHO BILLIE IS? WHAT? I don’t understand what’s going on. Where am I calling 911 for? How do I do that? I’ve never had to do that before.”
“I don’t know.”
And from the other side of the door, the guy said, frustrated but resigned, “He’ll need to look up the phone number for the Fallen Crest Police Department, but honestly, woman, you’re killing me. I’m here for you because I got a call from Will, Brett’s brother. He thinks your man is going to do something stupid, and if I’m remembering Broudou correctly, only a couple people will be able to get through his head if he’s in his old head-busting mindset.”
“Wait,” I said into the phone.
“What?” Lo squawked. Then yelled, “SHE SAID TO WAIT, although still get the number for Fallen Crest Police Department, just in case.”
I inched closer to the door and yelled through it, “What’s your name?”
“Channing Monroe. I have no idea if Brett’s mentioned me or not. We’re not super friendly.”
I was racking my brain, trying to remember. It was all foggy up there. “I had a bottle of wine. I don’t know if I would remember even if I hadn’t.”
I could hear his sigh, then he was muttering under his breath.
“What’s going on?” Lo’s voice cut in.
Roger could be heard in the background, “I found a Fallen Crest Lane in Arlington, Texas. Is that where she is? Should I call the Arlington Police Department?”
“What?”
I tuned Lo out as she could be heard talking to her husband, took a deep breath because to me, this stuff was scary, opening a door to a stranger, and I peeked through the opening. “What happened to Brett?”
