No Strings Attached | ?

After five attempted calls, Necksnapper finally picks up. I can practically see his small mouth bend so far down that it scares me to even continue imagining it.

"What do you want?" He snaps. I smile and finger-gun at nothing as if he's standing in front of me right here right now and say, "Nice to see you too buddy."

"I have no time for small talk. What do you want?"

For you to cut back on your sass fella like damn, I think before clearing my throat awkwardly.

"Sooo, I went on that date with Jonah and he ended up telling me something important." I say, partly lying. I mean, he did give me important stuff about his personal life, but it wasn't important stuff about the plan. You gotta fake till you make it, right boys? (And girls, for you snowflakes out there).

For a split second, I can finally sense satisfaction in Necksnapper's sigh, although I'm not entirely sure if he's approving me for my (nonexistent) efforts or if he's trying to unclog his mouth from the overwhelming amount of Cheetos he's probably consumed.

"Well? What did he say?" He hums impatiently.

"Oh--well--he--he just told me the police were coming after us, and uhh . . . We already knew that, so . . . " I wheeze out, my voice becoming nearly inaudible by the end of my report. I am not a good liar.

Well, here comes that disappointed heavy breathing I was expecting. It's silent for a second or two before Necksnapper says, "You're going to get us killed, Finley."

My jaw clenches and I take a moment to pull my phone from my ear and have a breather. Shit-sticks. He's probably right.

"No, I won't. I'll learn their exact plans as soon as I can." I say firmly as I bring the phone back to my ear, though I'm not sure how full I'll be able to make that currently empty promise.

"Then do that. And quick. We only have so much time before they attack."

"I know, sir."

Necksnapper hangs up on me shortly after, and I sigh in exasperation as I pinch my nasal bridge.

You know what? Maybe the mafia isn't my sorta gig.