Twenty Nine

FREDERICK groaned as he opened his eyes. He had overslept. If not for the ringing of his phone, he might not have woken up.

He looked at the clock on his bedside table and swore when he noticed that it read eight in the morning. His phone rang again and he grabbed it from where it was lying carelessly.

He sighed when he saw who was calling him and answered the call.

“Frederick?”

“Larry, you don't have to wake me up with a call. you know that right?" said Frederick with an irritating voice

"I don't, but I think you will enjoy what I have to tell you," Larry said apologetically

'Okay," replied Frederick slowly. ‘what could he possibly want at this time of day?' Frederick thought.

He took a deep breath and let out. “Alright, what is it?"

"The stranger from yesterday, remember?"

"Yeah, what about him?" Frederick asked with curiosity lacing through his voice.

"I know where he is staying. I was able to trace where he live"

Larry paused.

"How do you find him?" Frederick asked after a moment