The sound was beginning to get on my nerves.
"So distrustful, Mercedes.
Don't you read your fairy tales? It is the humans who betray their bargains.
Get a good night's sleep .
.
.
Whoops, too late.
Rest, then.
I'll call you at this number sometime tomorrow when I have a chance to organize a safe meeting place." I wracked my brain because she was too happy, like she knew something we didn't.
"Gabriel is the only human you have," I said, suddenly worried that she had more hostages.
She laughed again.
"You don't really think I'll answer that, do you?" And she hung up.
"Does anyone know what area code 333 belongs to?" I asked.
"There isn't one," said Ben.
"No 333, no 666.
Phone company doesn't officially believe in numerology, but they have a lot of customers who do." "You want me to call Zee right now?" rumbled Darryl.
"Or does he get grumpy when you wake him up?" I looked at him.
"I can't answer your first question.
And Zee is almost always grumpy.
Don't let it bother you." "I'll call him," said Auriele.
"Wait before .
.
." I hesitated to say anything about her calling Zee, not knowing just how far I could go without triggering the fae's spell.
But Auriele understood and sat back down.
"Did anyone hear anything that might pinpoint where she was calling from?" asked Jesse--who watched several forensic police procedural TV shows regularly.
"No trains," Mary Jo said dryly.
She pushed the table so she wasn't pinned anymore.
"No water noises.
No highway or car sounds.
No airplanes.