"Sir, you have a call." The tranquil voice of the pretty young lady giving Jerry a kneading on his shoulder blade rapped in his ear.
"A call!" Jerry grunted, a deep crease lining his forehead.
He wasn't expecting any call from anyone since only one person had this new line.
This person was his secret best friend, Tyson Palmer, a middleman for a notorious drug cartel in Salvine City.
Jerry had spoken to Tyson the previous day over the phone and the latter had advised him to go off the radar and avoid communicating with his family for the time being until everything concerning his messed up life in the city dies down. Tyson also promised to call him in a week to give him an update on things. So why the change in plans?
Jerry lazily lifted himself from the massage table and sat up. He signalled for the masseuse to bring his phone to him, as he picked up a glass of his favourite scotch and took a sip from it.