Page 102 of Play Dirty

“There’s just one thing left to do.”

Sebastian looked confused.

“What’s that?”

I looked at him.

“Call him.”

He didn’t like that. I could see it.

Didn’t matter.

I hit the number. Put it on speaker.

It rang. Once. Twice. Three—

“Yeah?”

The voice was sharp.

Flat.

Annoyed.

Carter Sutherland.

I leaned back against the rack.

“Ares.”

A beat.

Then—

“Don’t care.”

Click.

The line went dead. Sebastian blinked.

“What the hell was that?”

I stared at the phone for a second. Then hit redial.

It rang longer this time. Then—

“What?” Sutherland snapped.

“Conversation,” I said.

“Not interested.”

“Too bad.”

A pause. I could hear something in the background. Voices. Music.

He wasn’t alone.