Lynn grunted. As though he was going to do anything but kill the bastard. "I'm on my way. Anderson wasn't around, but I left him a note, and he'll probably catch up soon."
"You shouldn't be going alone!" Comber bellowed.
"My brother is in danger. I'm not fucking waiting around!" Lynn bellowed right back then hung up and tossed the phone in the passenger seat. He increased his speed as he left the city behind, forcing himself to relax his hold on the steering wheel when his hands started to hurt.
Twenty long minutes passed before Anderson's ring-tone filled the car. Snatching the phone up, Lynn accepted the call and pressed the phone to his ear. "Hey."
"What's going on?" Anderson asked.
"Wynn," Lynn replied and quickly laid out what little he knew. "Sorry we won't be eating dinner tonight."
"It all looks so good, too," Anderson said sadly. "You got my favorite everything, even the cake, somehow."
Lynn scoffed at that. "Of course, I did, Sparkleson."