Chapter 21
Beau turned the lights all the way down, only the computer screen reflected any light, and that was blueish and fuzzy. Good enough.
He checked his appearance in the monitor; the webcam was still picking up traces of the bruising at that angle, God, he looked like s**t. Maybe he could…He laid down, black eye toward the couch, and tilted the camera. Better. It could be passed off as shadow, maybe.
“f**k, this ain’t gonna work,” he muttered. Beau sat back on the sofa, punched in the codes to connect him.
He pulled a cushion up to his chest, resting his chin on the top and punched the Call button.
“Hey, baby,” Beau said.
“Good morning, gor…what the hell happened to you?” Vin’s face in the white box grew larger, he’d grabbed the laptop to drag it closer, as if trying to get a b
