AT THE SAME TIME
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW:
The line crackled. For a moment, I thought it was dead. Then, a voice, low, gravelly, and worn by age echoed through the speaker. It seems that we finally got a lead.
"You looking for me?"A voice asked.
I sat up straight.
"Emory Blackwell?"I asked.
A laugh, sharp and humorless.
"Haven't heard that name in a while. Figured most folks forgot."He said.
"Not me." I said firmly. "I heard…well, I heard you made it out. That your mate…she was pregnant."
There was a pause, long enough for me to hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
"She was."He replied, voice heavy. "And I'm guessing your girl is too."
I swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Isabella."I said.
Emory exhaled slowly.
"Then you're going want come see me. There's some things you must know."He said.
My grip tightened on the phone.
"Where?"I asked.
He gave me an address, quick and sharp.
"I'll wait until sunset. After that, you're on your own."He said.
