Either way, it’s going to blow up.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
The voice cuts through my thoughts. My hands are shaking as I press the phone to my ear and force myself to breathe. “I think someone just broke into my girlfriend’s room,” I say.
“Can you confirm that you’re certain?” the operator asks.
I should say no. I should tell them it’s just a gut feeling.
“Yes,” I respond. “I’m sure.”
I’m already in my car. I start the engine and pull out.
“Your location shows Cadston,” the operator says. “Is that correct?”
“Yes. But you need to send someone to North Hill Dorm. Fourth floor. Room three. Please hurry.”
“Local police are being dispatched to check it out.” The operator replies. “I’ll need you to…”
I end the call.
My grip tightens around the steering wheel. I should have calle
