Lenny
I leaned back in Ramsey's office chair, surrounded by stacks of printouts, laptop screens, and coffee cups that marked my sleepless night of investigation.
When Ramsey had texted me in the middle of his dinner with the Hollow Kin yesterday, practically begging me to find out everything I could about Delia Pier, I knew it was serious.
In his words, "If Lyla is worried about it, then there's something."
My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Ramsey.
"Hey…" I yawned.
"Please tell me you found something," Ramsey's voice came through, tense with worry.
"Yeah, I did. Didn't you get my text? I sent you a PDF summarising my findings."
"A PDF?" I heard him sigh, "You know how things have been hectic these days, Lenny. I'm not sure…"
"This is exactly why I never bother to give you a report in writing," I sighed. "Because you'll never read it. I don't know how you made it this far without signing away our pack, but you're the laziest person I've ever met."
