Page 78 of The Tracker's Secret

I winced. “I turned my phone off before I went into the trance, and I forgot to turn it back on. I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. You’re a big girl. I shouldn’t worry.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s natural, especially since I’m staying with you. If it were the other way around, I would’ve worried, too. We’re supposed to look out for each other. I’ll keep that in mind from now on. It was inconsiderate of me.”

We were silent for a moment, then I turned my attention back to the baggie. “But how do you know that’s rhabo and not glitter for Damien’s scrapbook?”

Rosalina snorted a laugh. “I went online and ran a few searches. Apparently, rhabo comes in powder form, then it’s mixed with water to make a drink. I think some vamps snort it, but that’s not the preferred way of ingestion. Anyway, I found a few images of similar bags with that symbol.”

Something about the logo was bothering me, but I didn’t know what.

“We should get ready to go to the office.” Rosalina walked back into the kitchen and got out a skillet to start cooking the eggs.

“Give me that.” I got up and snatched the skillet away. “I’ll cook.”

“It’s my turn. You’ve been doing it all week.”

“It’s the least I can do. As a matter of fact, I’ll cook the rest of the week.”

She put her hands up. “Hey, no complaints here.” She gave me a warm smile, and I knew she had forgiven me for being such an inconsiderate ass.

The relief I felt was monumental.

“So Jake knows everything?” she asked.

I nodded.

“At leastthatcat is out of the bag. Now, you have to let the wolf out.”

Did I? I still wasn’t sure.

“Who let the wolves out. Woof, woof, woof.” She sang, totally butchering the tune.

I laughed and it all felt normal again.

After a quick breakfast, we headed to the office, extra cups of strong coffee in hand. We both needed them. As soon as we got settled, I dialed Tom’s office to let him know what I had found out.

“Freeman,” he answered.

“Hey, Tom. It’s Toni.”

“Good morning, kiddo. What’s going on?”

I went straight to the point. “Blake is alive.”

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“That’s a hell of an affirmation.”

I said nothing to that, and that got the message across much clearer than if I’d tried to convince him.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t pinpoint the location. I’m sorry. I could try to track him again, but not now. Maybe in a few days.” Tracking wore me out, and I always needed a break to recharge my batteries.

“I’ll put out an APB on someone with his description. Hopefully, he’ll get spotted.”