Page 51 of Havenfall Harbor 2
“No!” he shouts.
“Then I just want your call log and text messages.”
Gavin looks at the ground for a moment as if he’s thinking about not giving me the number and how that would go for him. “Three-five-two-five-five-eight,” he mutters under his breath.
I slam the door and head back to the desk before I can forget the numbers and jot them down on a scrap of paper. “Hand me the next one, might as well get the ones we can. We can go through them at home later.” I motion for Griff to pass me the next phone.
The whole process takes about twenty minutes, and that includes getting the other phones turned on after Wes hunted down some chargers.
“Randi will be replacing you in about twenty minutes,” I inform Wes. “I have you guys rotating twelve hour shifts until I get this sorted. It won’t be long. She knows the deal though, no one speaks to the kids besides us.”
“That’s fine with me,” Wes replies quickly. There’s been a noticeable change in him since he’s been blooded, even more so now that he’s not just drinking the bagged stuff. Makes me wonder how Griff survived off of it for so long.
“I’ll stay until she gets their dinner delivery and make sure to keep an eye on things while she sorts them. Lunch was a bit of a cluster. I had the server hand out the meals earlier, so nothing was left unattended,” Wes adds.
“All right, starting tomorrow, I’ll make sure the servers know they need to handle it and the tray pick ups an hour later.”
“That works,” Wes agrees.
“If you need anything, call.” Griff helps me gather the phones, and we head back up to Quinn.
“Good thing he gets off soon, he can collect the wo—Alice.” Griff looks at me for approval.
I chuckle. “You’re going to have to get used to sharing her on occasion.”
“I already do with you,” he grumbles, but in a rare display of emotion while Quinn isn’t present, he grins a little, showing he’s not really upset about sharing with me.
“I think that’s the other way around, vampire.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree, bear.”
* * *
Uncharacteristically,the door is unlocked when we reach Griff’s apartment. Quinn has been quite adamant that it needs to remain bolted—not that I blame her after her experience in her own room—so I’m fairly surprised. Griff’s brows dip when I look over at him as the knob turns freely in my hand.
I shove the door open, expecting the worst, but I find Quinn and Alice sitting next to each other on the couch. Both are staring at the door, so I don’t think our entrance was expected. Quinn’s face is flushed red as if she’s embarrassed about something or she got caught doing something she shouldn’t have been.
Alice doesn’t give anything away with her demeanor. Supernaturals are much better at deception, not that I think that’s what’s happening here. I bet Alice was grilling Quinn for all the dirty details just like she promised at dinner the other night.
Griff’s shoulder bumps me as he makes his way through the door. He doesn’t bother removing his shoes, he just makes his way right over to Quinn and nabs the empty seat on her other side. When he looks at me his face saysyou snooze, you lose.
Quinn leans into his side without any prompting, and that has the smug bastard grinning from ear to ear. It’s a bit alarming to see him smile. He looks like a shark about to rip something apart.
I take my shoes off and pull the phones from my pockets and put them on the table. I note the two nearly empty mugs. “Wow, Evan, I knew you were dedicated to the job, but do you really need—” Alice’s eyes linger on the phones as she counts. “Four phones?”
“They aren’t mine.” I search her face. “How much has Wes told you about what’s been going on?”
Alice’s features pinch. “Nothing. He’s had to cover a few extra shifts, but those kids caused some havoc this morning so… Is something going on?” She sits forward as if she’s about ready to bolt at any moment depending on what I say.
“We have a bigger issue than the kids sneaking out.” I hold my hand out to Griff, asking for the phones he carried so I can find the ones that need to be plugged back in.
“What do you mean?” Alice looks between me and Griff, and her expression has turned unusually serious.
“Someone’s been lifting blood from the bank and giving it to unblooded vamps,” I divulge while making my way toward the kitchen to plug some of the phones in.
“No,” Alice gasps.
“You ever heard of something called Wet?”
