Chapter 382

After some contemplation, Naomi decided it would be better for her to call Quentin to tell him that she would be late or perhaps would not even be able to make it that afternoon. She took out her phone and clicked her contacts. Just as she was about to dial Quentin's number, a phone call came in. Naomi froze. It was Scott. Naomi stared at his name for a long time and frowned. Why was he calling her at this time? She picked up. "Hello?" Scott faltered momentarily when he heard her familiar, soft voice through the speaker. "Where are you?" His tone was as curt as she remembered. Naomi's lashes fluttered as she lifted her head to glance at the people around her. She was sitting in the lobby of the police station, where there were many people milling about. She finally replied, "What's up?" She did not want to tell him where she was since she did not want Scott to find out about that night. Scott could hear Naomi's voice interspersed with the sound of people bustling about in the