65: NETFLIX AND CHILL??

  LUKE'S POV   "You?" I blurted. The call was still on, and now that I've come to think of it, this was the same voice as the guy who sent me that video of Harriet.   "Yes, aren't you happy to hear my voice?" He asked.   "No, I'm just surprised," I responded, getting up from my seat. "You must have a perfect reason for calling me, right?"   "Of course," he replied.   "Then tell me, why have you called me?" I queried.   "Take it easy, man; don't think I'm going to give you all the information just like that."   "I don't get it. If you're not going to tell me whatever information you have, then why do you bother calling me?"   "There's no need to get all angry, Mr. Reynold."   "I'm not upset. I just don't have time on my side right now because I've got a lot of things that need to be done. So if you're going to start wasting..."   "Easy, Mr. Reynold, take it easy," he cut me off. "This information I have is important, and it will help save your life. But you'll have