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"Uh... sure, thanks," Cecil nodded at the woman. He still couldn't tell how to feel about her. He was infuriated and frustrated, that much was certain, but he also felt... better.
Once Brittany was gone, Cecil looked down at his cell phone. He stared at the screen for a long time. How long? He didn't know. He didn't want to press a button. He knew he'd have to call Sawyer eventually, but he didn't want to. Call it being stubborn or afraid, but whatever it was it kept him procrastinating. After several mental rehearsals, however, he sighed, sucked it up, and called the lawyer. With each ring gave him hope that Sawyer wouldn't answer.
"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"