When I got back to the office it was 7:54 PM.
I started looking for an old friends phone number, making a mess of my once organized desktop. The I found it was my 3 year old barely used phone book.
Next to the name were the letters J.B. with a phone number and a little note beside it that was writer in my hand writing was the word *WEREWOLF* in red pen.
I punch in the number and let it ring then heard a tired yet happy toned voice answer. "Yo this is Joshua Barclay speaking how can may I help you?"
"Hey Josh it's Marcia Caldwell." I responded with a serious tone in my voice.
"..." For a moment I thought had he had ether fallen back a sleep or hung up, entail i heard him ask. "I'm sorry who?" With a confused tone of voice.
"It's me Marcia Caldwell remember?" I was a bit shocked at what he had just asked.
"Look just cause you repeat what you said the first time doesn't mean I'll remember." He said In a way that could make any person feel a little stupid.
"I'm the only psychic you know!" I said a little bit louder then I meant.
One minute latter he answered back saying. "OW! That Marcia how have you been..."but before he finished I cut him off.
"Look Josh I need you to come to New York Right away."
All of a sudden Joshua's tone went serious in the blink of an eye. "Give you your address and I'll be their by tomorrow morning."
I gave him the address and then he hung up with out even saying bye.