Otis's eyes snapped open. He raked a hand through his disheveled hair and snatched up the phone that wouldn't stop ringing. The caller ID barely registered before his foul temper exploded through the line.
"This better be important!"
"Sir..."
The voice on the other end stumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Otis felt his eyelid twitch. His heart seized.
He didn't even have time to brace himself.
Through the phone, Geoffrey Sanchez finally managed to speak, his voice trembling.
"Mrs. Sanchez, she..."
"Mrs. Sanchez's mother passed away last night."
