Well, since it's you, Miss Hooper, I don't think he'll mind. Terry scribbles it down on page three of her John Grisham paperback, and calls. The unit you are calling is not in operational mode, or it is out of the home area. Oh the hell with it. If anything happens, he'll let me know .
Terry locks the car and follows the path back down to the lake.
Terry walks back to the car, realizes her keys are wrapped in her shirt down at the lakeside, walks back down the path, and then up again, and eventually gets Siletto on the line. Abcom's at seven and three quarters, but I thought I'd better return your call. Hey, if this is all within your reasonable scenario, I'm cool. It's just a matter of time before this thing starts climbing. Terry laughs, clears the message, keeps reading.