ROGUE BLOOD
Almost respectful.
“Son of a bitch,” I whisper.
My phone buzzes again.
Jason.
“What,” I answer.
“Th3y ar asking questions over here. Please tell me that you've found something. There's only so much I can take from these old fogeys.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s Gus, isn’t it?”
The name tastes like rust.
“Feels like him,” I say.
Jason swears under his breath. “He’s getting bold.”
“No,” I correct. “He’s getting curious.”