"What does she want?" Ace muttered under his breath, glancing at his ringing phone as he waited for his cab at the bus stand. The Truecaller ID displayed "Ava Martin."
Ace considered ignoring it but hesitated. She had gone as far as threatening the sheriff for his sake—he couldn't just brush her off entirely. With a sigh, he answered and waited silently for her to speak.
"Hello, Ace?" Ava's voice carried a mix of nerves and worry. Only she knew how much she feared he might decline the call after seeing her name on the screen.
"Yes. How did you get my number?" Ace didn't bother with small talk and cut straight to the point.
"Danny gave it to me—" Ava began, but Ace interrupted before she could explain.
"You didn't hurt him, did you?"
Ava bit her lower lip, her frustration simmering as she clenched her fist. "And what if I did? What would you do? Hit me? Go ahead, I dare you."