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043 The Trace

Marcus

Ginger took the children in and I knew she was going to put them to bed because clearly they had eaten. I looked at my phone.

I answered the call and tried to compose myself. I honestly did not want to speak to anyone from the human side at the moment. The guy had promised to call me at a time I was less angry and he had kept that promise, only that his call had somehow disrupted my peace and maybe made me a bit annoyed.

"Hello," I said, and the man responded happily.

"Renfield, it is good to hear from you. I am sure you did not expect me to call so soon." He said, and I pretended to agree.

"Why did you dump your car in town. We thought you were still around," he said, confirming my suspicions.

"You know why and I do not appreciate the ISA trying to keep tabs on me," I said point-blank.

"You can't hate the boys for trying," he said, giggling, and I found it offensive. Mason raised an eyebrow in question, and I shook my head to tell him it was okay. Gwen, on the other hand
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