I can see another one farther down. Looks like Ambrose upgraded his security.
Trying not to draw attention to the fact that I've seen them, I pretend to have been looking at something else and hurry Ellie to the door, relieved when I can close it behind me and know their eyes can't follow me inside.
I know Atticus said that this was expected, but it still makes me uneasy.
Ambrose will want to know you are exactly who you say you are. And when he's sure of it, he'll want to protect what he thinks ishisto protect.
Too hot all at once, I remove Ellie's leash and strip off my boots and jacket, tossing the latter on the ledge between the entryway and kitchen before going to retrieve the phone from the mattress.
Folding myself onto my knees next to the bed, I pull it out, ready to make the call, but I stop when I see the message on the screen from the guys.
Unknown
Don't call. They're listening now.
Fuck.
Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I clench my teeth as the message disintegrates from the screen. The app Atticus has us communicating on is some straight-up spy shit.
I thumb out a reply.
Aurora
Ambrose called me. He got the results from the DNA test. He wants to meet me for lunch here next Sunday.
The reply comes after only a few seconds.
Unknown
Atty says he can make that work. Are you okay?
I know right away it's Elijah texting me.
Aurora
I'm great.
I lie.
Aurora
It worked!
Unknown
Laundry tonight?
Aurora
Is that safe?
Unknown
We're going to find out. Don't come into the office until we knock to give you the all clear. Do your laundry as if we aren't here.
Aurora
K. See you then.
