Juan Morris just wanted to see if Averi Rivera had messed with his little ancestor: "Call her and put it on speaker."
Henry Young couldn't figure it out: "Juan, are you drunk? What's this big event about?"
No, this was a big event.
Yale Allen and Flynn Morris were both very interested.
Juan Morris, wrapped in a blanket, was no longer cold or dizzy, and full of energy: "Go ahead."
Wyatt hesitated.
"Mr. Wyatt," urged Juan Morris tapping on the bottle, "You have to honor a bet."
Wyatt downed the drink in his glass and then took out his phone. He didn't flip through the contacts, he just dialed a string of numbers.
The phone rang only once before it connected.
Wyatt activated the speaker.
A girl's voice came through: "Wyatt Wright."
Wyatt said, "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number."
With just that one sentence, he hung up; the entire call didn't even last five seconds.
Henry Young thought the voice sounded very familiar.
