Her phone rang again. Jean Grant held it in her hand and saw it was a call from Herman Hawthorne. Marlon tried to take it from her, but she stopped him. "This is Herman's call. I have to take it."
Marlon had no choice but to stop.
"Jean, where are you right now?"
Jean Grant didn't dare say she was at a hotel, so she just named a location near it.
"I'm at the South Gate, Herman. Is something up?"
He said calmly, "Here's the thing, I'm at the South Gate too. I need to talk to you about something important. Tell me your exact location, and I'll come find you."
Marlon shook his head at Jean and pointed at the phone, gesturing for her to wrap it up so they could get back to what they were doing.
"I can't, Herman. I'm busy with something right now. How about we talk some other day?"
Herman Hawthorne had no choice but to say, "Alright, we'll talk another day then."
