Chapter 32
- Two weeks after Sloan’s funeral, I was in the barn gym punching out my frustrations on a boxing bag when my phone started going crazy. It was pinging like mad and eventually I gave up and pulled the gloves off to silence my phone. It started ringing in my hand just as I was about to put it off without reading any of the messages.
- “Hello,” I answered.
- “Kage Hawthorne?” The man asked.