"Linda, where the hell are you? How could you leave the hotel room without info-"
"Hello?"
Oliver paused at the unfamiliar female voice he had just heard.
"Who is this?"
"U-Um, I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to answer a call from a stranger's phone but I just felt like I needed to."
"Where the fuck is Linda?"
Oliver was getting impatient. He didn't have time for this.
"Linda? I don't know who she is, but I'm guessing she's the owner of the phone."
"Yes, she is. Now where the hell is she?"
"I don't know where she is, but I found this phone on the one of the tables at the bar."
"What bar?"
" Lotus bar."
Oliver cocked his head and looked at the driver.
"Take me to Lotus bar instead."
The driver nodded and swerved into another street.
"Wait at the bar, I'll be there very soon."
"O-Okay."
