CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“You’re quiet, baby. Are you okay?”
Winter nodded. “Autumn left me a voicemail message. She guessed it was me, or rather she took a risk that it was me. She didn’t say my name. God, Satchel, just hearing her voice wrecked me.” She wiped at her face, the tears coming again. “Jesus, I’m always crying, what the hell is wrong with me?”
“Nothing, darling. This whole situation is f****d up.” Satchel looked exhausted, and now Winter touched the screen, tracing the shape of his face.
“What is it?”
Satchel sighed. “The FBI thought they had a break in the case. They found someone who escaped from Raziel’s henchmen. They found the body this afternoon.”
“Oh God. Look, what do they have?”
“Nothing.” Satchel’s voice rose now. “They jumped the shark and went too soon, and Ganz
