Chapter 14
Chocolate ice cream combined with the growing tendril of a pack bond to ease the pain in my gut. So before we’d barreled another fifty miles down the interstate, I was ready to give Sebastien’s mini-SD card a try.
The tiny rectangle of plastic fit into my phone perfectly and the device powered up with no problem, proving that a couple of hours spent baking on the SUV’s dashboard had been sufficient to dry out any residual tea. And while I’d expected a slew of impenetrable data to scroll across the screen when I clicked on the newest icon, a simple page of text appeared instead.
“Huh,” I grunted, scanning over the few short paragraphs. Then, in response to Malachi’s hummed query, I clued my cousin in about where the card had come from before adding: “All that’s on it is an ema
