10

When it was finally time for the big change, she was ready to kill Travis herself with her own hands. After wandering around the dining room building, Sammy did not meet him, and had already decided to send Doyle to hell when her phone rang.

She did not save his number, but she found out, because he had written to her the day before.

- Doyle, is that you? said Samantha coldly, answering the call.

“I am,” came the answer, but somehow muffled. - Come to the parking lot, to my car.

- And why not ... - began, it was, Sammy, but Doyle had already passed out. Cursing under her breath, she tossed her phone into her backpack and headed for the parking lot, determined to tell Doyle what she thought of him.

From irritation, she did not immediately find his car, but there was no one near the jeep. Looks like Travis was waiting for her inside again. Sammy gritted her teeth and pressed the handle of the back door, pulling it towards her.

Doyle was indeed sitting in the car - through a veil of ange