#Chapter215
Bad News-02
/"It will take forty-five minutes to get to Mallory’s house. That’s why I need some music./" I guess he figures out why I chuckle.
/"I didn’t say anything, Edmund. Just get me the hell out of here, and I want to see Trinity./" Seriously, the airport road is cramming. The honking of vehicles irritates me, and my temples start aching.
/"I think there is an accident ahead, Bash. Calm your horses down,/" he says, and that confirms when I hear an ambulance siren.
/"Seriously? When I’m in a hurry?/" I retort. My eyes scan the lines of vehicles around us.
/"We’re already in Boston. Safe and sound,/" he retorts back.
