“It’s what she’s going to do. Or what I think she’s going to do. She is going to get into trouble. Someone needs to stop her. She won’t listen to me.”
 
 A pause.
 
 “I can’t. I’m on my way North. I can’t turn around. I’ve got something to take care of. Call Declan.”
 
 “Fine,” I mutter. I didn’t want to ring Declan, but she has left me no choice it seems.
 
 Not having his number when I hang up on Layton, not bothering to ask what his cloak and dagger mission is about, I ring David instead.
 
 “I need to speak to Declan,” I say when he picks up.
 
 “Well, hello to you too,” David drawls. “How come? Why can’t I help?”
 
 “Do you want to restrain Ruby in her office so she doesn’t do something that is going to get her killed?”
 
 “Err,” David mutters.
 
 “Didn’t think so,” I grit out.
 
 “I’ll hand you over,” he says, and I wait until the Irishman comes on the phone.
 
 I relay my conversation with Ruby, and he says, “Hang on.”
 
 I tap my foot as I hear him walking to her office and opening the door.
 
 “Feck’s sake!” he roars, and my blood runs cold.
 
 “What?” I ask in dread.
 
 “She’s gone,” he spits out and hangs up.
 
 “Fuck,” I growl and shove my phone back into my pocket and the gun in the back of my pants. Any sleep I was going to get will have to wait. The troops are needed to save the beautiful, fierce headstrong woman we all adore from herself. I fire off a text to Layton. His business is going to have to wait.
 
 Ruby needs us.