Marlowe
I called King's phone twice on the ride out, getting no answer either time, and arrived at Dorian and Marla's house — not Delacroix's territory at all, I understood the moment I saw King's bike already parked crooked in the driveway, Bear's information garbled by whoever had relayed it to him secondhand — to find the front door standing open and an ambulance already in the driveway, lights silently spinning.
My whole body went cold, sprinting the last several yards without conscious decision.
King met me at the door, his face pale and drawn in a way that told me everything before he said a single word. "He's alive," he said immediately, understanding exactly what I needed to hear first. "Collapsed in the garden again, worse this time. Marla found him and called me before she eve
