Like everything. You’re the boss, you have to pay attention to everything and everyone, it’s cool. That’s how it should be.
Trevor trusted Troy’s nose like he trusted the sun would come up in the morning. He thought for a moment, then asked.Did you talk to Conri?
No, I can’t get him on the phone.
Fire dispatch will know where their acting Fire Chief is.
I called already, they said he cleared our place at noon and now he’s not answering the radio.
When you find him, call me asap.
I’m on it.
Stay safe, keep me updated.
Troy howled faintly inruhi. Arooooo.
Trevor smiled at his brother’s goodbye, then he made a few notes to himself. Finished, he headed outside to find his two cowboys.
29—KSRT Briefing
Canyon drove fast, getting them to SPD quickly. The place was buzzing with activity—uniformed officers and the public coming and going through the various parking lots and doors. He parked in back, near the duty desk and they spotted Trevor right away. He was wearing the KSRT uniform of dark blue cargo pants and shirt, plus black boots, pacing near the door, head down, hands behind his back, obviously deep in thought. He saw them and steamrolled toward them.
“I need something new on White.” Trevor said, looking agitated.
Timber shook his head. “You pulled us off White last week, LT. We’re back on the missingfoxen.”
“You’re off thefoxenand back on White.”
Timber held up his hands. “Wait. We’re right in the middle of something that’ll blow thisfoxenthing wide open, and it might find us White, too.”
“Good,” Trevor said. “I need miracles and I need them now. My house is compromised.”
Timber cocked his head. Canyon listened up.Compromised?
“White did that ‘notes appearing from thin air’ thing again and gave us info about Trent. Now that’s great and all, but she did that shit in MY house. That’s horseshit.”
Timber punched him in the chest excitedly. Trevor knocked his hand away.
Timber didn’t notice. “Trent’s good?” he said.
“Yeah, since this morning. It was a big fucking spectacle. White asked for amnesty, then she told us to ‘use the hot portal,’which ended up being Kendra. It worked—Trent woke up. He shifted right away and he’s already out at the Harlem Reservoir with his mate.”
“His mate!” Timber looked shocked. “Wait a second. Trent hasn’t shifted into a man even once his whole life, he’s been missing for the last month, and now he’s suddenly back, shifted, and he’s got a mate?”
Trevor waved them off. “Yeah. Mate. I need Abigail White out of my shit today—not tomorrow, not the next day. Right. Fucking. Now. I need one or both of you to go relieve Sebastian so he can check my house.”
Timber looked at Canyon. Canyon looked at Timber. Canyon shook his head slowly, his eyebrows raised. He didn’t care; he was still trying to figure out how in the fuck Trent found his mate so easily.
“I’ll go,” Timber said. He pointed at Canyon. “Spookville at dusk.”
Canyon nodded and Timber took off.
Trevor appraised Canyon. “Spookville?”
Got time for a briefing?Canyon asked.
“Yeah.”
