One Call

"Larce, you're my one call," she said into the phone, which she carefully held away from her face.

"What?"

She thought he sounded tired, uninterested. "I'm at the police station."

"This was really dumb."

Joanie was hurt. "What?" she growled.

"Why did you call me? They've connected us now."

"Sometimes when you talk I just stop listening."

She heard him sigh. She waited for the click, but it didn't come. "Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Tell me what to do."

"Smart enough to get this started. Not smart enough to finish it," he said.

"You're just trying to hurt me right now."