Chapter 20
Rotten Eggs
The next morning I’d awaken by John blowing up my phone. I wanted to shut it off and go back to sleep. But I knew it’d piss him off. I answered, my voice heavy. “Piss! It’s six in the morning.”
“I wouldn’t have to call if you’d keep in touch.”
I rose onto my elbow, grabbing the bottle of Jack that I hadn’t finished from the other night and polished it off. It burned going down but soothed my parched throat. “I’d planned on calling when I had something to tell. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
“The Society is losing their patience. Am I going to have to send another hunter in your place?”
“John, I’ve got this,” I jolted to a sitting position. “It’s not necessary to send someone else.”
“What have you discovered?” His voice was sharp as a razor. That was never a goo
