Suddenly the phone's signal bars jumped and the phone pinged to life. Dings, chings, and twangs signaled notifications that had piled up. He clicked one randomly, a text from someone named Bree.

Bree: Where the duck are you? Answer your damn phone!

Duck?

Another text came in:

Bree: Fine. Just be a botch. I'm sick of this shot. If you ever get back from your crazy weekend maybe you can call me back.

Then came another: ...