Abigail poured herself another cup of steaming hot coffee. She was not sure how many cups she had had so far, but it was safe to assume she was high on caffeine.
She walked back to the table where Gabriel and Trick sat with their heads bent over the laptop. They spoke in low voices among themselves, not bothering to pay any attention to her or involve her in whatever they were doing.
“Any news?” she asked as she took a tentative sip of the hot liquid. She tried to look and sound patient as she waited for one of them to respond. She failed miserably.
Trick looked up. “Not since you asked ten minutes ago.”
She took another sip then decided she had had enough coffee, she put the cup down and frowned. “Shouldn’t they have gotten in touch by now?”
Lorenzo had left with Trey and Edward
