My phone buzzed loudly, shaking between Violet and me and causing me to jump like a startled cat. I knew who it was before I saw Izaak's photo on the screen.
"Uh oh... sergeant douche is gonna be pissed...."
The grumbling in my tummy agreed with her. I sat there, frozen in place.
"Bro, don't plan what you're gonna say, just answer and go with the flow. You're a pro at that, right?" Then she tossed the phone into my hands.
Trembling I swiped it on and answered.
"Where the hell are you?" Izaak asked sternly with a sigh of relief.
"I had a lead on Violet's case and fell asleep at her place while talking to her about it last night."
"Why did you have to go over there and why didn't you tell me?" It was hard to judge his tone and I yearned to see his face to figure out what he needed me to answer so he'd believe me.
"It was sensitive info and you'd crashed already, I didn't want to wake you. I thought I'd be back before..." I trailed off, realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to throw myself under the bus for sneaking out. Could it even be called that? How old am I even that I have to worry about this?
Izaak heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay. I'm glad you're okay. It was strange when you weren't here. I wasn't sure what happened."
"Awwww he's worried!" Violet whispered, not bothering to hide the fact that she was eavesdropping on my conversation.
"I'll... see you at home later. I guess I won't make running group..."
"We'll discuss it this evening, kiddo."
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