My phone vibrates in my hand. I look down to find a text from Beck.
BECK
Call me
CAMDEN
Can’t. I’m busy.
BECK
Are you on another call?
CAMDEN
No.
BECK
In a meeting?
CAMDEN
No.
BECK
When have you ever declined a business call? What could you possibly be doing?
His caller ID pops up on my phone. I decline it immediately, not wanting to wake Pippa up. My phone vibrates immediately with another new text.
BECK
You’re being weird. I’m trying to talk business. Answer your phone.
CAMDEN
I’ll call later. Busy.
BECK
I need proof of life. Is this even you?
I snap a picture of my middle finger against the sheets to not give myself away and send it to him.
BECK
I know cheap sheets when I see them. I know the place you’re renting doesn’t have those sheets, or if they did, Trisha’s replaced them.
CAMDEN
I’m living like a local.
BECK
I call bullshit.
He calls again. The fucker is relentless. I don’t remember prying so much into his life when he disappeared into a bubble when Margo first moved in with him.