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If she needs help, she’ll reach out.
My cell phone practically burns a hole in my pocket as my mind wanders. We may not have exchanged contact info, but I have my ways. Despite her irritation with me lately, Jez was able to track down Violet’s number fairly easily.
Text her. Maybe if you get a reply, you’ll quit worrying.
Giving into the impulse, I pull my cell out of my cut. But before I can tap on the newly entered number, Cece comes running into the common area, her face pinched with concern.
Instantly, my brain conjures up images of Soul lying in a ditch, bleeding and alone.
“Here,” Cece signs after shoving her own cell against my chest. “Something’s wrong.”
I take the phone and turn it so I can look at the screen. Relief washes over me that it’s
not Soul in trouble, but it’s short-lived when I see Violet’s name at the top of the message.
Violet: hlpme922
Several replies go unanswered.
Cece: What?
Cece: Violet, are you okay?
Cece: Violet???
Cece: VIOLET?!?
“What the hell is this?”
“I don’t know, Grim,” Cece admits. “But I tried calling her, and she’s not answering.” She chews on her bottom lip. “I’m worried.”
Rather than console her, I immediately text Jez.
Me: I need you to get me Violet’s address
Like the faithful friend she is, Jez texts back within seconds.
Jez: On it
Next, I tap out a message to Abyss.
Me: Meet me in garage w med bag
Taking a deep breath, I turn my attention back to Cece. I’ve never been more grateful than I am at this moment that she learned sign language. I’d lose my mind if I had to take the time to text her too.
“What are you going to do?” Cece chews her bottom lip.
“I’m gonna go get her.”
She nods. “Good. That’s good.” Cece shrugs. “Maybe it’s nothing, and this is just a fluke butt dial or something.”
Scowling, I tilt my head. “When is it ever nothing?”
She glowers at me but nods. “Good point.”
I stalk toward the elevator, effectively dismissing Cece. Trusting that she’ll call Soul and Malice, who are on their way back from a job in Massachusetts, I slap my hand on the biometric reader and wait for the door to slide open. Once I step inside, I turn around, and right before the door closes, Abyss slides through the narrow opening, medical bag in hand.
“What the hell is going on?”
