“It might not be too bad,” Jace hedges. “We could go. Hear him out.”
The notion that Jace would even be okay with this has Seth frowning. Even Luke looks surprised.
Mort approaches them, the neon glow of the phone lighting up his weathered face. “Boys, I got some bad news you ain’t gonna like.”
“Is there any bad news you do like?” Luke asks with a dry grin.
“Hmm.” Seth ticks off a list on his fingers. “The baby’s not yours, aliens have landed, Griff Greyson fell into a well ...”
Both Luke and Jace laugh.
But the laughter dies off once Mort shows them his phone.
Seth groans and rubs his eyes.
Luke swears darkly. “Son of a bitch.”