Phone call to Lincoln Lewis It was ten minutes of pacing before Oliver finally got up the nerve to dial the number. There had never been any doubt in his mind that he would dial it, but building up the guts to do so wasn't as easy as he expected.
Oliver knew what was going to come next and he knew it'd probably be a knife to the stomach. But a gut stab was nothing compared to the thought of someone ending up dead when he could have prevented it.
"C'mon. Answer." He muttered at the air in front of him, Bluetooth secure in his ear. It hadn't even finished ringing once and he was already on edge.