When Rus got back to his room his phone rang. He knew who it was without even looking at it in fact, he had been expecting a phone call from that person, right after he left town. Sighing he picked it up and said, “What’s up?”
“How is she?” Tyler’s raspy voice came through on the other end. He sounded tired and angry about something; however, Rus knew there was no point in asking.
“She’s good. That trick you did helped, but it won’t last long. And with the blue moon just around the corner,” Rus stopped talking, allowing his voice to trail off.
“I know. Hopefully, nothing happens until I get back,” Tyler said. He was sitting in his hotel room. He and his father were staying in a two-bedroom presidential suite. After landing, he had to attend a meeting with his father about the collapse o
