No need to think.
He switched to Waldor Jones' accent and answered, "Calling during lunch, is there something going on?"
"Of course, there's something." Edbert Walker questioned loftily, "Where are you now?"
"I'm at home." Julian Johnsons gave a vague answer.
"Hmm. You better come out and meet me." Edbert Walker seemed to have something urgent.
Julian Johnsons sensed it as well and probed, "Is there something you can't communicate over the phone?"
"If I could, why would I ask you to come out!"
Edbert Walker was irritable like a ticking bomb, aggressively shouting, "You better hurry up and come out! I'll send the meeting place to your phone later!"
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The call hung up as if it slammed to the ground, unusually ear-piercing.
Julian Johnsons' luminous eyes narrowed slightly, pondering what could make him so agitated?
"Buzz—"
A faint vibration.
A new message arrived on his phone, linking to a place he seldom visits, in the suburb, deserted.
