Adriana was still calm as she hit the speed dial on her cell phone. Outside the cafe, she still was in the position to tail the Fowl boy. She really didn't want to call him. But, alas, he was the one with the answers and the connections.
“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”-Chuck Palahniuk
A man picked up the phone on the other side. "Talk to me," the voice responded formally. The man's voice was cold as winter.
"Miles," Adriana sighed.
"Adriana," he sighed, surprised. "To what do I owe this honor?"
"I need your help," Adriana said meekly, a change from her normally commanding tone. Asking Miles Freewater for help was not something that happened on a normal basis. She hated the man. "What do you know about an Artemis Fowl? You must know more then I do."
"The name rings a bell. I'll have to get back to you on it. Anything for a friend."
"Friend," she spat. "You call me a friend? I'd no sooner call you a friend then slit your throat! After what you did to me." She took a deep breath. Miles Freewater was the most irritating man on the planet. But, she knew that even though he had some major attitude problems, the 17-year-old, Chicago Mob Boss had his uses.
"I call back." He said quickly and hung up.
Adriana decided to set her phone to vibrate. Not, she thought, off to find out a little more about Fowl. She called her second number as she walked after Fowl to the parking lot.