Stomb’s eyes squeezed shut and he cursed silently. Composing himself, he tried to sound calm. “Kendra? Kendra Kurtz?” he said.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Damien’s voice came in tinny over the phone. “Of course, Kendra Kurtz.”
Stomb madly picked up his cell phone and dialed it with one hand. “Kendra Kurtz, now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” he lied. “What brought her name up?”
“I dreamt about her,” Damien replied. “What are you going to do with her?”
Stomb flicked Damien on to speakerphone and set his cell down next to the speaker, it’s call timer counting up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Damien. We’re not going to do anything with Kendra.”
Damien grunted. Stomb recognized it as a sound born in pain – a headache. “You’re lying,” Damien replied. “You know that I know you’re lying. Leave her alone. Leave her out of it.”
Stomb stopped playing games. “You can’t stop us, Damien. You know that. We’ll use her as we see fit.”
“Not if I get to her first,” Damien said, and hung up.