Grunter continued to talk into the phone, "Don't ever put me on the spot like that again."
*
"I don't care what I implied, don't..."
*
"Just don't, or you'll find out."
*
"Hello. Hello. B!#@#."
Grunter punched buttons, waited, "Who do you think you are, hanging up on me? We'll talk about this later. And next time I call, you answer. Got it?"
Grunter paused, "I'll be home late tonight," then smashed the red button.
Walking around the room, Grunter looked atop the dresser, then searched the shelf above the headboard, finally the nightstand.
"There it is," he picked up his wallet.
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