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Haven
I had to hold Wick’s phone in front of him and use his face recognition feature to break into his contact information.
When I went to his recent calls and saw that Cannon had been the last person he’d talked to, I hit send and rang his best friend, figuring that would do.
“Dude,” J.J. answered on a hoarse groan. “This better be good. It’s after three in the f*****g morning.”
“It’s Haven,” I told him, my voice quivering with shock and fear. “Wick won’t wake up. Now get your ass over here and help me get him to a hospital.”
“What? Oh, s**t. Be there in ten.” He hung up on me, leaving me staring at an unconscious Wick and wondering if I’d ever see him alive again.
“God, Wick. Please,” I begged. “Just open those pale blue beauties for me one more time.”
He didn’t.
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