Jackson Frost to Dante Castellano

*ring ring*

"Eh, Hi, eh, this is Dante, can I help you?"

"Dante, Castellano...? My name is Jackson Frost... I think we need to talk."

"Oh..... yes. Yes we do. I just don't think it's a good thing to discuss over the phone. Do you?"

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see, pulling Bianca into my arm, letting her rest her head against my chest. "My wife and I can come out to Buffalo tomorrow. We'll book our flight tonight, secure things here in Salem, and be out there tomorrow evening. Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds perfect. We have a guest house if you two would like to stay there? And then maybe we can all discuss what to do next. We'll meet you here at the house? I'll even set up a car to pick you up."

"That would be very nice of you. Thank you. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know when our flight lands and then when we land. Sound good to you?"

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for calling, Mr. Frost. Have a nice evening. Bye."

*Hangs up.*