𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
The damn phone continued to ring, and I started tossing shit around looking for the thing. Finally, I found it under the couch, and honest to God, I had no idea how it got there.
I lifted the couch and grabbed my phone. It was Roman. Why the hell was he calling me at-I glanced at my watch-four in the morning. Why the hell was Roman calling me at four in the morning?
"It's a little early for a booty call, don't you think?"
"Gunner, cut the crap. Where were you last night?"
I frowned. "I'm sorry, but how is that any of your goddamn business, partner?"
"Were you in Bolivia?"
Instantly, there was a prickle of warning in the back of my skull. "Yeah. Why?"
Silence.
"Roman, what the fuck is going on?"
"Get your ass down to Bolivia ...now."
"What's going-"
