Khysmet looked at the phone as he drove along the 80. He knew he should call to let the locals know he was on the way, but in his mind he kept replaying the events that led to him leaving DC. He'd just have to hope his luck didn't turn again and make the call. 'What would Eric think of me, scared to call someone else.'
Ring.
'Omg, what if she does pick up.'
Ring.
'Just breathe, say what you need to.'
Ring.
'Maybe it'll go to the answering machine...'