Is there a problem you need solved?

ASYLUM

“We’ve got a problem,” Carver’s deep voice sounded tinny through the cell phone.

Brill sat up and pawed sleep from his eyes.

“Problem could mean a lot,” he said as his eyes strayed toward the closet where he kept a go bag. It held cash, two id’s, clothes and weapons in case he needed to leave the townhouse he called home in a hurry.

“Not that kind of problem,” Carver sounded calm so Brill relaxed a little too.