Wade contained his wince. That was so very true, and Patrick was going to yell at him the second he got finished with his trial and whatever new case the SOA wanted his expertise for. “Just give me your wire number.”
Like Patrick and Jono, Wade had access to a bank account Sage had set up for the four of them outside the one used for pack tithes. Last he checked, it had a little over two million dollars in it, meant to be used for situations like this. Marek had funded quite a bit of their needs during the nearly two years of lead-up to the Battle of Samhain, and Sage had simply continued that after they got married.
Wade never hurt for money, but he really only used it to buy snacks. The half a million dollars he was wiring to Carmen was going to be flagged and notifications sent off to their accounting people. As soon as he was done with the transfer, he shot off a text in the four-person group chat that was at the top of his list of ongoing text messages.
That money transfer was from me. Don’t worry about it.
He shouldn’t have been surprised that Jono ended up calling. Wade frowned down at his phone before swiping to end the call and sending another text.
Seriously. Don’t worry. I’m fine.
Answer your damn mobile.
Jono called again, and Wade knew better than to ignore it this time, so he answered. “Heeey, so?—”
“What the bloody hell do you need half a million dollars for?” Jono demanded.
“Not anything illegal!” Wade paused. “Mostly.”
“Try again, mate. What is going on in Boston?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“The wolf sounds annoyed,” Carmen mused. “I see some things haven’t changed.”
Wade made a cutting gesture across his throat with one hand, but it was too late because Jono had clearly heard her. Jono’s side of the line went quiet for two seconds before he snarled, “Is thatCarmen?”
“No?” Wade replied, unable to help the uplift in his voice that turned his answer into a question.
“Wade.”
“Okay, okay, look. There’s a fae running around taking leaders of the preternatural and supernatural communities up here hostage in exchange for control over territory and more people. We have a lead, and Carmen just happened to be in the same location.”
“We? Who is we?”
“Uh, Ella? Dire to the Boston god pack. And Riordan. He’s a selkie.” Wade glared at Carmen as he kept talking, annoyed by the way she just kept smirking. “We need to talk to an Irish vampire who doesn’t even have a phone. Who doesn’t have a phone in this day and age? I bet he doesn’t even have a computer?—”
“Wade.”
“Yeah, okay. Anyway, he might be a target, and Carmen says she and Lucien consider him a friend?—”
“Acquaintance,” Carmen corrected.
“Coming from you and Lucien, that’s like best friend material,” Wade shot back before refocusing on his conversation with Jono. “Look, Jono. I have it under control. I’ll call if I need anything.”
“I’m going to send some of the others up to you,” Jono said.
“I can handle this. Don’t send anyone. Ella won’t appreciate that, and I already warned Carmen I’d eat her if she does anything funny.”
“You can try,” Carmen said. “Tell Patrick we said hello, wolf.”
“And we’re saying goodbye,” Wade said hastily before Jono got any more pissed off. “I’ll call you later. Promise. Bye!”
He ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket. Carmen smirked at him before half turning to talk to the human servant manning the front desk. “Tell Abhartach we’re bringing guests tomorrow night.”
“I will inform our master of your request when he wakes,” the other woman said.
