Post by Wench on Aug 13, 2009 17:59:05 GMT -6
Katrina paced around some and rewound the tape she had received. She played it again. As the man with the violin plays and then speaks, she pauses it. She glances to the phone and picks it up and dials a number and waits.
Katrina: Hello....Peter? It's Katrina. Can we meet somewhere and talk?
Katrina: Hello....Peter? It's Katrina. Can we meet somewhere and talk?
