Carl
It had been one hell of a long month. One without enough chance to call Carl, or Sara, though Sara didn't pick up so often. That night, though, Lin didn't give a shit for time difference or what the hell else might be going on. He needed to talk to someone. He needed to talk to Carl.
Swinging up into the cab of his truck, he stared at his cellphone for long moments, then punched in Carl's number, waiting for him to pick up.
Swinging up into the cab of his truck, he stared at his cellphone for long moments, then punched in Carl's number, waiting for him to pick up.