The phone's ring seemed sharper today, piercing Alexei's ears like tiny needles.
When Elijah pushed him away and fumbled in his pocket, the teen's temper flared even more.
Damn it! I was this close to pushing Solnyshko into bed.
Elijah waited for a few seconds. When his ragged breathing calmed down, he hit the answer button.
It was already the third call.
He subtly glared at the culprit for delaying it for so long, as he spoke, "Hello? Sister Maggie?"
Maggie, a member of the National Intelligence Bureau, spoke urgently.
[Elijah, please check your messages and emails. Right now!]
"What happened?"
There were very few things that could make Maggie lose her cool — and ninety percent of them were tied to her trauma, which meant something horrendous.
[It's the recent case we got. Your friends from the police station are involved too. Elijah... It's heinous.]
Her voice was shaky as she recounted the incident in a few words.
