Kalamazoo was an hour away, but that didn't mean I was any less clueless. I gave the dark-haired guy a perplexed look. "This message from Luna, what did it say?"
He held out his hand. "Here, lemme see your phone."
Instinctively, I drew back. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't know you."
He gave me a look. "Well, youwouldif you listened to the message."
But therewasno message. I hesitated. Unless, he meant the one from Jake?
From somewhere deeper within the house, the blond called out, "Found one!"
I didn't even turn to look. I was still clutching my phone. I looked down and eyed it with renewed dread. "You don't think she would've called me from Jake's phone, do you?"
The guy chuckled. "Well, she sure as hell wouldn't have called from hers."
I looked up. "Why not?"
He shrugged. "Eh, there was an incident."
My gaze narrowed. "What kind of incident?"
"Well, she's got that balcony, right?"
I recalled the balcony in Jake's penthouse. It was at least twenty floors up. "Uh, yeah?"
"So last night, me and Steve are out there, having some fun, you know?"
"Steve? Is that the guy in the bathroom?"
"Yeah. My brother." The guy went on to tell me that his own name was Anthony, and that Luna was their sister.
Feeling more awkward than ever, I now felt obligated to invite him inside. After all, his brother was already in there. What was one more invader in the big scheme of things?
After I shut the door behind us, I briefly introduced myself and once again, asked why they were here.
He held out his hand, palm-up. "Gimme your phone."
It was the second time he'd asked, and I wasn't any more eager than I'd been the last time. "Why?"
"Because I wanna hear the message, see what she told you."
I bit my lip.Hemight want to hear. ButIsure didn't, especially in front of an audience.
I glanced down at his empty palm. "My phone?" I tried to make a joke of it. "I'm not sure I should. I mean, you still haven't told me what happened to Luna's."
To my surprise, the guy nodded like this actually made sense. He pulled back his hand and shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans. "Good thinking." He gave my phone a quick glance. "But if there's a message from Jake's phone, you should pull it up. I'm guessing it was from Luna."
Slowly, something was dawning on me. "Wait a minute. So Luna's phone isn't working at all?"
"Lemme put it this way," Anthony said. "Twenty floors, a bucket of water, and one pissed off sister. What doyouthink?"
I wasn't sure what the water had to do with it. But Ididthink I should hang onto my phone. I asked, "And when did this happen?"
Anthony gave it some thought. "I dunno…a couple hours past midnight?"
