Page 84 of Possession

“Lena, did you hear me? I asked you where she is.”

“LA General.”

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

She sighs softly over the phone. As I begin to learn all the mannerisms of my little sister, I can sense that she’s stalling. She doesn’t want to give me details, which means I’m not going to like them.

“Lena, I’m not going to ask you twice.”

“I don’t know everything.”

“Then tell me what you know.”

I struggle to pull up one of my socks.

“She got a phone call on the emergency line.”

“And?”

“Let me just have Christian explain.”

The fuck?

“He’s been sitting next to you this entire time?”

“Um, hold on.”

“Hey, Hunt.”

“Don’t answer the phone like it’s a casual Monday, motherfucker. Why didn’t you pick up the phone when I called?”

“Let’s argue later. You want to hear about Megan or not?”

Jackass.

“What happened?”

“We didn’t think it would happen, but she got a call. A real one. It was a clean-up job.”

“A clean-up? That sounds like–”

“I know, and I thought it was a setup at first, too, but it was legit. The body was at the Shaded Lamp, and it’s somebody from Blood Nation.”

So, it’s truly begun.

Fabre is making moves.

Bodies from Blood Nation don’t just show up dead in random bars.

First, he tried to put me out of commission, and now he’s hitting the organizations I have relationships with. But that’s not my primary concern right now. First, I need to get to Megan and my child.

“So you’re telling me my pregnant fiancee was dealing with a dead body across town in that fucking dump, and now she’s in the hospital?”

“We tried to stop her.”

“You tried to stop her,” I parrot back his words flatly. “You didn’t try hard enough.”

“To be fair, your woman is formidable when she wants to be.”

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