“For sure,” I agree as I press down on the button. “Torin, where are you?”
It isn’t a second later before the walkie-talkies we both hold say, “Where would you like me to be, and would you like me to be naked? Over.”
“I vote for naked. Over,” Mickey replies before I can even say anything.
“I would like to shave your ugly head,” Vero tells Torin.
Whose idea was it to give anyone these things?
“I see I have startled my mate to silence. Over,” Torin says.
“No, I just haven’t been given an opportunity to speak! Also, you’re the one who didn’t answer the question!” I grumble.
“Oh. Right. Over.” And still he doesn’t answer the question.
I sigh, thumping the walkie-talkie against my forehead in frustration, before it comes back to life.
“I don’t know but I see a mighty fine man strutting down the street. Over,” Torin says.
Vero scoffs before lifting the walkie-talkie to speak. “Riley is not even moving. He’s standing there with a foolish look on his face. Ah, he must be talking about someone else.”
For someone who wants nothing to do with us, Vero sure has joined our walkie-talkie conversations. One would think that he’d have tossed the walkie-talkie into the next block, but he holds it firmly and presses that button as much as Mickey does.
“Damn is hefine. Over,” Torin says.
“Aw, thank you. I thought maybe I looked a little ruffled after being brutally shot and maimed, but I’m glad to know that’s not the case. Over,” Mickey says.
“You look like someone ran you over with a car,” Vero helpfully tosses out. “Last I saw you, your hair was sticking every which way and your eyes were bloodshot.”
“I didn’t know you were examining me so closely. Rawr. Over.”
Vero is now staring at the walkie-talkie like it has betrayed him.
Turning around, I see Torin standing in the street and hurry over to him.
“Mickey is doing well?” he asks.
“He is. He’s pretty shaken up about Tommy and Joy, but we’ve assured him that the effects of the bullet will wear off in a couple of days.”
“Will he even know how to dress himself or put his own clothes on?”
“I’m not quite sure,” I tease. “He already made me dress him once.”
“Should I be jealous?”
I chuckle. “For sure. Any changes here?”
“Nothing worth noting. I’ve mostly just helped clean up the mess. I think both sides are a bit shaken up over it, but I haven’t really engaged with the other side.”
“The only engagement the other side needs is skull crushing,” Vero declares.
Torin stills before reaching out and touching the hourglass. His finger trails down the front of it as Kit glances down to see what he’s looking at.
“Is that a crack?” I ask as my stomach tightens.
“When did this happen?”
“I don’t know.”
