ANNIE
"What the hell is going on Carson?" He was driving at break-neck speed through a quiet residential area. Self-preservation had me clicking the seatbelt in place as he blew through the second stop sign. "Jeezus, slow down!" I yelled at him, "There are kids in this neighborhood."
"I got an idea, why don't you give Kam a call and ask HIM what's going on." He tossed me a cheap burner phone. Kam's number was already up on the screen.
I jabbed the call button angrily and held the phone up to my ear. I waited impatiently, gripping the door with my free hand as we squealed around the corner. On the third ring, I heard Kam's deep, smooth voice. "Who is this?" he barked into the phone, "How did you get this number?"
"What the actual f**k, Kameron! If you wanted to say something to me, why
