Ronnie stands from her seat when the clatter of the phone is followed by Anita's scream. Had those been squealing tires?
"Anita?" she tries, repeating the name louder when there's no response. "Shit shit shit!" She slaps her phone shut and paces the small space of her office, cursing to herself.
Grabbing her phone off the desk again, she waves her fingers over the keys for a few seconds. She thinks to call the cops. Anita had been talking to Zerbrowski, after all. Then again, if she couldn't find where those damned vans had been going since the warehouse, she isn't sure the cops will be able to do any better.
Closing her eyes, she heaves a great breath in and lets it out slowly. Staring at her phone, she finally keys the only number she can think of and waits while it rings.
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"Anita?" she tries, repeating the name louder when there's no response. "Shit shit shit!" She slaps her phone shut and paces the small space of her office, cursing to herself.
Grabbing her phone off the desk again, she waves her fingers over the keys for a few seconds. She thinks to call the cops. Anita had been talking to Zerbrowski, after all. Then again, if she couldn't find where those damned vans had been going since the warehouse, she isn't sure the cops will be able to do any better.
Closing her eyes, she heaves a great breath in and lets it out slowly. Staring at her phone, she finally keys the only number she can think of and waits while it rings.