"Okay, now I know you're yanking my chain. Pigs will fly before Blake would ask for our help."
"Better start ducking those flying piggies then, bro, because I'm totally serious."
He blew out a breath, "What help did he want?"
"Patrin's daughter has gone missing. He reckons it's connected to three other occurrences of missing females. He's even contacted the parents of one. Apparently, the one connection between them all is the feet that vacationed on Monitor Island for a few days before they disappeared."
"If they've disappeared, let the cops handle it."
"I did mention that we don't do disappearances, but he seemed intent on ignoring that."
"Then ignore him right back. There's not a whole lot he can do about it. We're out of the pack and beyond his control."
"He threatened to kill Mom if we didn't help him."
Rhoan didn't say anything for several long minutes. I got up and walked over to the bar fridge, opening it and retrieving one of the chocolate bars the hotel provided. They were hideously expensive, but then, everything on this island was.
"We have no responsibility for our mother," Rhoan said eventually. "She washed her hands of us when we left."
"She could have washed her hands of us when we were conceived. She didn't. She raised us not only against pack wishes, but against the wishes of her own father. We owe her our existence, Rhoan. If nothing else, we should repay the debt."
He muttered something I couldn't quite catch, then the bed sheets rustled again. Perhaps Liander had come back with the coffee. I tore the chocolate wrapper off with my teeth and bit into the rich treat. It was mint chip - not my favorite, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
"What does Blake want?"
"For us to find Patrin's daughter."
"And the others?"
"I don't think he cares about them, other than the fact they might provide useful leads."
Rhoan snorted. "He hasn't changed any, then."
"He's the leader of the pack now, Rhoan. He has the power he always longed for, and it shows."
"The bastard couldn't possibly get any more arrogant."
"You want to bet?"
"No." He paused, and must have taken a sip of coffee, because the slurp came down the line. "If the cops and missing persons can't find them, what makes him think we can?"
"He knows we're guardians."
"For someone who never wanted to see us again, he seems to know an awful lot about us."
"Because he wants our help, and he intends to get it one way or another."
Rhoan sighed. "So, what arc you ringing me to do?"
"He's sending me a picture of Adrienne, as well as the information he has on the other missing girls. I'll pass a copy on to you. I need you to sec what you can find about Adrienne's whereabouts over the past week."
"You'll check your end?"
"Yeah. Though I'm not expecting any big revelations. The fact that they all disappeared after they'd returned home suggests there has to be some factor other than this island."
"You'd think so." He yawned. "Is that it?"
"For now. Enjoy the rest of your night, bro."