Sage
I was in my bedroom, the only light coming from the dual monitors on the desk. Pack reports scrolled across the screen: border patrol logs, revenue from the lumber holdings, and a request for mediation between two lieutenants who couldn’t keep their fangs sheathed. Routine bullshit I could do half-asleep.
My phone sat beside the keyboard. I picked it up and thumbed a quick message to Alex.
“Update on Eve?”
Sent. Read. No reply.
Typical. The man treated texts like contagious diseases.
I let ten minutes pass while I signed off on the reports, then twenty. Nothing. Irritation prickled under my skin. I was about to hit call when the phone lit up. It was Alex calling.
I answered on the first ring. “Hey. I was literally just about to call you. How’s it going?”
A soft, tired sigh cam
