“Is there a way for me to contact him, even though I’m not his next of kin? I think his sister or Francis would be?”
For some reason Forrest seemed to blush lightly, then cleared his throat. “I think it would be his sister, yes. His phone is pretty much toast, and it’s in evidence now anyway. Just in case whoever broke in touched the phone.”
“So you didn’t catch them?” Kaos felt colder again.
Hestia trotted into the room and instantly came to him, getting on the couch and pressing against his side.
“No, but we have the whole department and people from Mercer looking. They fucked up, so they won’t stick around.”
“Okay. Will you let me know if you find out anything? I have a dog here, but….” Kaos felt unsafe, somehow.
“Sure. Is there anyone you can call, maybe? Get some company until Doc gets home?”
“Yeah, I’ll call Makai and Emil, and I’ll let Francis know. He might want to get here faster if Padraig’s injury is worse than we think now.”