Richard
I couldn't focus at work; images of Vanessa with that actor kept intruding into my thoughts, stirring my frustration. As soon as the clock hit 6 pm, I bolted from the precinct, not even bothering to say goodbye. I stood by my car for a moment, wrestling with the anger still gnawing at me. Instead of heading home, I decided to stop by my father's place first. Maybe the detour would cool me down enough so I wouldn't explode when I finally saw her.
Once inside the car, I grabbed my burner phone, dialing a number I hadn't used in months. The phone rang twice before the person on the other end answered, his voice hesitant. "Hello, who is this?"
"It's Richard," I said, cutting straight to the point. "I need a favor, Roland." Roland, Vanessa's former agent, owed me more than one.
His tone shifted immediately. "Why are you calling me for another favor? I thought we were even after the last one."
