The number on the caller ID was not one he recognized. Cullen briefly debated letting the voice mail pick up the call, but then thought again and hit the answer button on his cell. Recently mysterious numbers had related important information. He didn't want to take the chance that this was one of those calls.
"Arnauk," he said into the phone. His automatic answer programed in for years.
Tor couldn't help smiling at his brother's voice. "Been a long time, but I still know that ridiculous in-charge attitude of yours. It comes through even when you answer the phone."
Cullen felt better for the first time in days. It was the last call he would have expected. Not that Tormaid's phone calls were ever expected. He tended to get in touch randomly ever 5-10 years or so. "It's good to hear your
