Raymond
It was almost midnight when I was woken up by the incessant buzzing of my cellphone on the bedside table. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I squinted at the screen. I didn't recognize the number, and nearly rejected the call, but some sixth sense told me I needed to answer it.
"Hullo?" I mumbled sleepily.
"Ray?" I recognized the voice immediately. I shoved myself up in bed and switched on the light.
"Jackson? What's going on?"
"Hey, I'm really sorry to bug you so late, but I didn't have anyone else to call."
"No man, it's okay. What is it?"
The sound of Jackson swallowing was audible over the phone. "I was wondering if... you can come pick me up?"
"Uh, I'll have to ask my mom if I can use the car. Where are you?"
There was a long pause. "The police station."
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