Chapter 32: The easy way out? Is it really?

Mrs. Olivier dried her hands on the floral apron covering her clothes. She was cooking dinned listening to her favorite song, when she suddenly heard the phone rang. With hurriedly steps, she crossed the kitchen and grabbed it before it stopped ringing.

"This is the Hayes residency. Who I have the pleasure to speak with?" Her sweet, automatized voice was followed by some severe panting.

Mrs. Olivier frowned, thinking it was a prank. When she was about to hang up, she heard a reply.

"Mrs. Olivier?" A young man's voice answered between his ragged breathing. He was obviously running. "It's Kyle."

"Oh, Mr. Venegan—"

He cut her off without any delay. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Olivier, there's no time to waste. Is Allen home?"

"Yes, he arrived several hours ago."

"Can you please go and check on him?"

"But—"

"Please, Mrs. Olivier, just go!" Kyle half yelled on the other side of the line.

"Right away."