Charli

“Tell me where you are,” Alton’s booming voice demanded.

I wasn’t born yesterday. If my GPS worked for Nox, it also worked for Alton. “Let me talk to my mother, or I’m hanging up.”

“I didn’t realize that Columbia had a satellite campus in Rye.” He said the word like it was a backwoods Georgia dot on the map, not one of the nicest, most expensive zip codes in New York.

Asshole.

“It doesn’t.”

“Well, ...