“I feel bad asking this, and you might not be able to do it…” Brenton sounds hesitant.
“It’s okay. Ask, and we’ll go from there.” Zeke isn’t great with people, and sometimes being on the phone puts him on edge. He hates not being able to read the face of the person he’s talking to. But this morning his anxiety hasn’t really kicked in, and he likes getting to hear Brenton’s deep voice.
“I need you to do something without Jamie finding out. I need to file a police report and maybe up security. But I don’t want Jamie to know. I don’t want her to stress too much while she’s pregnant,” Brenton blurts out.
“I can talk to the band’s security provider, but why do you need to make a police report? Are you okay? Are you hurt, or did you hurt someone?” Zeke can picture a dozen different awful possibilities.