The Pawn of Presents Passed

Frank pulled the sedan into the parking garage and got out. Opening open the trunk he pulled out a gun and tucked it into the back of his pants. He slammed the trunk down and walked away from his car. His cellphone rang.

"Frankay!" the voice said.

"Scott," Frank replied.

"Can't a guy call on his old friend?" Scott asked.

"You ain't my friend," Frank replied coldly. "I'm here."

"That's cool," Scott's voice dropped the friendly tone. "Go to the roof."

"This better be good," Frank said.

"Would I steer you wrong?" Scott asked, knowing that answer all too well.

"This better not be a wild goose chase," Frank said. He pushed the up button at the elevators.