Page 107 of White Raven
Wren sniffled and blew out a heavy breath.“I love you too, you reckless asshole. Give ‘em hell.”
Sarah ended the call, and dismantled her phone, rushing to the bus stop as she pulled Athan’s cell out of her pocket. She found Nick’s contact and rang him.
“Kane?”
“No, it’s Sarah.”
“Sarah? I guess my sudden breath of relief is short-lived. So, you haven’t found him then?”
“No.” It ground on her every nerve. “Look, I need another place to test this blood. Are you at the lab?”
“Yeah, I got here half an hour ago. Why does it sound like you’re running?”
“Because I am. I’ve hit a little speed bump, Specter. Can you get the shit we’ll need and meet me with it somewhere else?”
“What the hell are you getting me into now, St. James? My wife is gonna murder me.”
“Then let me be the voice of reason. Take everything to your house. I’ll talk to her there.”
“Are you insane?”
“Some would argue it’s one of my best qualities, Nick.”
“Fuck. Fine. You remember where I live?”
“You gonna lose sleep over it if I tell you I know what brand of tampons your wife uses?”
“Jesus. I get it, okay? Meet me there in thirty minutes. Bring your sample.”
“Glad to know you’re still seeing things my way, boss-man.”
CHAPTER 20
UNDER THE MICROSCOPE
Foster tapped her foot under Rhaena Northwood’s desk at the 12th precinct, and for once…wished the saucy bitch would bust through that elevator and damn her to Hell.
“So…you’re saying that she—” she paused, looking at the captain, and the redhead, and guarding her words carefully around the ears of ‘Average Joes’, still ignorant to a world they’d never believe existed. “She had amoment…and St. James did the one thing I told hernotto do. And now she’s rotting in a bed, trapped in her own body?”
“That about sums it up,” the lawyer answered, sliding a hand from around the redhead’s back and flattening it at her waist. Foster smirked.
“You get around, don’t you, Stratford?”
“Watch your tongue, bitch.” The ginger clenched her fists, and Foster grinned.
“You’re the bestie. Where is Sarah?”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. Sarah made it clear enough that she doesn’t trust you much.”
Of course. Why wouldn’t St. James make this ten times more difficult. She didn’t know why she’d expected anything less. But regardless of that aspect, she did sound desperate on the phone, and Foster figured if that was the case, then the help she was offering would have been welcomed. She wanted to find Kane. Foster directed her attention to Foley next.
“You know…I don’t think that’s why she jumped ship. What happened at that antique store?”
Foley shoved his hands into his pockets and blew a heavy breath. “St. James thinks I wanna lock her up for murder.”
“Murder?”Foster spat, narrowing her eyes.
“She—she’s…like Kane now.”
