The phone rang just after six the next morning. I had only been awake long enough to shower, brush my teeth, throw on a pair of jeans and a Lawson Customs shirt and pour myself the first coffee of the day. Diesel lifted his head from his bed the moment the ringtone echoed through the apartment.
I glanced at the screen and it was Mia. She never called this early.
"Morning." I said and her voice was unusually tense.
"Paige, can you get here now?" She asked.
"I'm upstairs." I said.
"I know. I waited outside because I didn't want to go in alone." She said as she took a slow breath and the coffee mug was already forgotten.
"I'll be right down." I said.
I grabbed my keys, slipped my pistol into the concealed holster Uncle Will had insisted I own years ago, and headed downstairs with Diese
