The desperation, the intensity in Miguel's voice gives Claire the screaming mimies. There's something about it that she couldn't put a finger on, but it's odd.
She holds up the phone and dials another number.
"Gab, Miguel called me up!"
"Hey," Gabriel's voice on the other end suggests she probably just woke him up. "And good morning to you, too."
"Sorry. But I am freaking out."
"What's the matter?"
"It's your brother," she says, weighing her words. "He wants to meet with me and talk to me about something gravely important."
"Hmmm. I've been trying to call him. He doesn't answer. He's still pissed about last night."
"I think it's more than that." She sighs. "You know that he's somehow into me, right?"
"Yeah."
"And now he's acting a bit…different."
Gabriel sighs. "Alright, don't worry about him. Let me worry about him. I've been trying to reach him but you know what they say about people who don't want to be reached out to? Maybe I'll pay him a visit."
