"Oh damn!" Bela slammed her cell phone down onto the kitchen bench, breaking it into three separate pieces.
No sooner had she, did her apartment phone start ringing.
"This is insane!" she exclaimed, pulling at her hair.
She walked over to the phone and picked up the reciever, holding the dial button in for a few seconds. Once she heard dial tone, she speed dialled Singer Autos.
"Singer," Bobby answered.
"Bobby, please. Don't hang up."
There was a sigh on the oher end.
"I know that there's no way I can make it up to you, and there's no way that I can track the Colt down again. But I'm in serious trouble and I need your help, so whatever it is that you need me to do, tell me so that I can do it!"
"Bela..."
"Please Bobby!"
There was a long silence between them, and soon enough Bela's call waiting could be heard.
"You wanna get that?"
"No," Bela said gruffly, "that would be the problem."
Bobby frowned on his end, leaning forward and grabbing a pen and paper.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"Queens. You know where," Bela couldn't sound relieved just yet.
"As long as no one else calls on me, I'll be there tomorrow. Hold on until then."
"Bobby thankyou-"
"Don't thank me," Bobby insisted, hanging up.