A Vigil in the Mourning (Soulbound #4) - Hailey Turner Page 0,116
the process of being sold.
In the second to last file, Patrick found a slip of paper that was all too familiar.
The People’s Pawn Shop logo was listed up top on the carbon copy. The name printed and signing over ownership of an invitation was Phoebe Westberg, the cost set in return making Patrick’s eyebrows creep toward his hairline.
“Idols and not money?” Sasha asked, glancing at the carbon copy receipt. “That’s weird.”
“Yeah,” Patrick said in a voice leached of all emotion.
He reached for a small evidence bag, tucked the flimsy paper inside before sealing it, and then slipped it into his jacket pocket. Sasha pointed her pen at him. “That’s evidence.”
“I know, but it might also be evidence in another case I’m running. Don’t worry, it won’t ever leave my hands. Chain of evidence will remain intact, but I need to take it with me.”
“Where are you going?”
Patrick turned on his heel. “Shopping.”
“I’m driving,” Jono said, taking the keys from Patrick’s hand. “You’re so bloody knackered you might drive off the road.”
“I drove here,” Patrick grumbled.
“Yeah, and I’m surprised you didn’t veer into a snowdrift.”
Patrick rubbed at his eyes, wincing at how dry they were. The warmth of the Chicago god pack’s home was seeping into his bones. If Patrick spent too much longer inside, he’d end up like Wade, who was currently wrapped up in a large blanket, lying in front of the fireplace, with his bare feet in the fire burning there, while playing a game on his phone. A bowl of chips was precariously balanced on his stomach. As Patrick watched, one of Naomi’s god pack members approached him to refill the bowl from a bag of Doritos.
“Wade,” Patrick said.
“What?” Wade asked through a mouthful of chips.
“Don’t get crumbs everywhere.”
“Shows what you know. The crumbs are going in my mouth and nowhere else because chips are tasty.”
Patrick looked at where Naomi and Alejandro stood a little past Jono in the living room. “Sorry, he’s still a little feral.”
“I am not!” Wade protested before diving into his chip bowl again.
“Put your shoes on. We’re getting on the road.”
Wade grumbled but started to unwrap himself from the blanket.
Naomi quirked a faint smile at Patrick. “He’s welcome to stay, as are you.”
Patrick shook his head. “He can eat through room service at the hotel rather than your kitchen.”
“She means the pack, love,” Jono said. Patrick just stared at him, hoping at any moment that sentence would make sense. Jono reached out and settled his hand on the back of Patrick’s neck, reeling him in to kiss him on the forehead. “Members of a traveling god pack usually stay with the local one if they reside in the city or town.”
Patrick made a face. “I think the SOA would notice if I don’t have an invoice from the hotel for the entire time I’m in Chicago. We’re trying to keep the pack under the government’s radar, remember?”
“Probably should do with a little less city destruction, then.”
Patrick smacked him on the chest. “Oh, fuck you. Everything’s mostly still standing.”
“You destroyed Navy Pier,” Naomi said helpfully.
“That’s—” Patrick broke off with a sigh. “Yeah. Can’t deny that. Is your pack okay?”
The mirth in Naomi’s bright amber eyes faded into something more serious. “Everyone who fought with us came back alive.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Jono held up the keys. “Ready?”
“Is Wade?”
“My shoes are on,” Wade replied.
“Then let’s go.”
Jono turned toward the Chicago god pack alphas and extended his hand. “Thank you for your aid and hospitality.”
The formality of the goodbye had Patrick belatedly wondering if he’d somehow missed any specific pack manners when he’d arrived.
Naomi looked at Jono for a long moment before taking his hand in hers and giving it a firm shake. “Chicago will always welcome your New York City god pack, and any pack under your protection from here on out.”
“Thank you,” Jono said with a gravity to the words Patrick would appreciate more if he weren’t so tired. He knew they’d won an acceptance here they hadn’t expected to get. “We’ll extend the same courtesy to anyone from Chicago who comes to New York and keep them safe.”
Naomi offered her hand to Patrick, and he shook it, doing the same with Alejandro. The two Chicago god pack alphas escorted them out to the SUV, not bothering with small talk. Patrick was happy about that. He was even more happy that Jono was driving.
“Where am I going?” Jono asked once he started the engine and Naomi and Alejandro had retreated back inside the warmth of