CROSS
Channing picked up after the first ring. “Is Bren okay?”
All the clothes were burned. Maybe Bren was right and I was overreacting. I’d rather be safe than sorry, but I still needed to get this call over with. And I was tired. I was so tired. I turned for the house, going to the patio table and sat down. “Yes.”
He sighed on his end. I heard rustling sounds, something creaking. Channing yawned as he said, “I’m assuming I don’t want to hear what’s going to be said over this call. It’s almost four in the morning.”
“Probably not.”
“Fuck.”
I wasn’t one to waste time. “You haven’t called Bren this week. Why is that?”
“Say what?”
“You haven’t called all week, about the raid. Why haven’t you?”
Channing was quiet a second. “How’s that your business?”
Because Bren was my business. But
