"He asked you to enjoy the present," I muttered as I shot my wounded arm a glance. I sighed then, turning to Anthony who stared intently at the rear-view mirror to check if we were being followed.
"Call Edward from my cell-phone." I nodded and scrolled through his contacts in an instant. I found the number and hit call. "Put it on speakerphone," he ordered, still seething. His anger was directed at me, I realized.
Following his orders, I put the call on speaker and waited for the person on the other side to pick up.
The call was picked and someone from the other side spoke.
"Michael, son. What can I do for you?" Surprised at the cheerful tone, and the use of a ulterior name for Anthony, I turned to stare at it. Anthony ignored my shocked expression and replied to the man gruffly.
