Callen lifted a brow.
“What then?” he asked, not enjoying how that sounded, at all.
Timothy glanced up, and he was honest.
“Then, we have no choice but to bury him beside his mother when he passes.”
Oh, Jesus.
At his words, Callen was horrified.
His grandfather’s premonition had caught him off guard. The last thing he ever thought he’d hear was that, and the mere idea that he lost his brother…
It didn’t make him feel great. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
“We can’t let that happen.”
Well, no shit, Sherlock.
“Thus, why I’m meddling, Callen James. I want you to know that both of you are making me work for it. Now, just go to work, and later tonight, go see how he is. Just peek in on him. Don’t piss him off!”
Callen laughed.
Yeah, he didn’t have to tell him that. It was why he was going to be sleeping here, and not at his perfectly fine cabin. There was a grizzly bear camped out on his couch.
“But I do it so well,” he said, thoroughly shaken by what Timothy had said.
How could he not be?
Ethan dying…
That wasn’t good.
His brother had always been the strong one, and one day, he knew that Timothy would die, and so would Wyler. He needed Ethan to live so he wouldn’t be alone on the planet.
That.
Would.
Suck.
Giving his grandfather a kiss on the top of the head, Callen strapped his gun onto his hip and prepared to go off to deal with the jackassery that happened on the reservation.
There was no doubt that it would be a day full of drunks, fights, and likely drugs too.
Wooo.
Freaking.
Hoo.
His life was a barrel of fun, but hearing what Timothy had just said, he knew that it had the propensity to get much worse, and that was problematic.
For all of them.
“Stay out of trouble, Timothy,” he stated. “Oh, and just as a heads-up, your son, the drunken one, is back on the sauce. Ifound beer bottles in his recycling can. That means he has them hiding somewhere, and that’s going to blow up in our faces. Be prepared for some stupidity from the fruit of your loins.”
Timothy rubbed his hands over his face in sheer exhaustion.
