Chris protested.
“Uh, doctor right here. They pay me the big bucks because I actually went to med school.”
He shrugged.
“And let you have all the fun?” he asked.
The man laughed.
“You’re all a bunch of nuts,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know how we get through the day.”
Callen shrugged.
“I mean, Gene and I are good,” he admitted. “We didn’t get hurt,” he added.
And Gene gasped.
“What the fuck, CJ?” he asked. “You just jinxed us. You know what happens when someone says shit like that, and puts it out into the universe!”
Callen just laughed.
“We’re in a hotel room, what could go wrong?”
The second he said it, Gene’s phone rang, and he stared at the man as if someone had just opened the doorway to Hell, and they were going to fall into the pit.
Even Elizabeth shook her head.
Out of all of them, she and Gene were the most superstitious ones when it came to shit like that. They were also the most religious, so that was wild in itself.
“Oh, here we go,” she said. “CJ, I swear to God…”
Gene relaxed when he saw who it was. He doubted the world was falling, or Chicken, not-so-little, would be banging on the door, not calling.
“It’s only Corbin. He’s likely checking in over his interviews with Alex. We’re good.”
They all relaxed.
And they shouldn’t have.
That had been their first mistake. The shit was hitting the fan, and on a much more personal note for Corbin.
Answering, he greeted the man, and it went downhill from there.
“What’s up, Corby? We’re checked in, and then we’re going to meet you guys for dinner.”
Gene listened as Corbin spoke.
“I had a dream. It was about Will. I’m not okay,” he whispered. “I am not okay. Help me.”
Uh-oh.
Yowza.
Gene heard the tone.
The man didn’t sound good, and they’d been to that rodeo before. It was always a bumpy ride, and one where they had to mitigate the situation as quickly as possible.
Yeah, they had to talk him down off of the ledge.
