"He's under the weather."
"I don't care what he is or how he's feeling." The loving sister, that was me. "I need to talk to him."
Rhoan muttered something in the background. It didn't take a whole lot of imagination to guess what, but Liander told me anyway. "He's right. You can be a bitch at times."
"Totally. Now stop protecting him and put him on."
He did. "You're a pain in the ass, Riley," Rhoan said, voice croaky and words slightly slurred. "Why the hell are you ringing at this hour?"
"Thought you might like to know about the visitor I just had."
He paused, then said, "Have you been drinking again?"
"Not since last night."
"Then why the hell would you be ringing me in the middle of the night about a visitor? If you're that damn lonely, come home."
"The visitor's name was Blake."
"So?"
"As in, Blake Jenson. Former second-in-command, now leader, of the Jenson red pack."
He paused, then said, "Fuck."
I dropped down on a chair and draped a leg over the padded arm. "Something I said more than once."
"What the hell was Blake doing on Monitor Island?"
"He wasn't here in body, just in spirit."
"What?" Bedsheets rustled as Rhoan moved. Liander muttered something about coffee and my brother made a grunt of agreement before adding, "How can he be there in spirit alone?"
"I'm presuming it's some form of astral travel. He said clairvoyance is a pack inheritance, so maybe the traveler bit is an offshoot of that."
"Maybe." He didn't sound convinced. Whether it was the whole traveler bit or my sanity was anyone's guess. "What did this spirit want?"
"My help."
"Okay, now I know you're yanking my chain. Pigs will fly before Blake would ask for our help."
"Better start ducking those flying piggies then, bro, because I'm totally serious."
He blew out a breath, "What help did he want?"
"Patrin's daughter has gone missing. He reckons it's connected to three other occurrences of missing females. He's even contacted the parents of one. Apparently, the one connection between them all is the feet that vacationed on Monitor Island for a few days before they disappeared."
"If they've disappeared, let the cops handle it."
"I did mention that we don't do disappearances, but he seemed intent on ignoring that."
"Then ignore him right back. There's not a whole lot he can do about it. We're out of the pack and beyond his control."
"He threatened to kill Mom if we didn't help him."
Rhoan didn't say anything for several long minutes. I got up and walked over to the bar fridge, opening it and retrieving one of the chocolate bars the hotel provided. They were hideously expensive, but then, everything on this island was.
"We have no responsibility for our mother," Rhoan said eventually. "She washed her hands of us when we left."