She got her smartphone and dialed Emma.
Oh, this could get interesting. What kinds of things do these two talk about when Taylor’s not around?
The phone automatically made the wireless connection to her earbud.
“Hey, superhero,” Emma answered.
Well, that’s a pretty damn solid confirmation of Taylor’s suspicions right there.
“How’s Portland?”
“Good food, good shopping, boring as hell. I wish I could come back, hang out.”
Pretty standard pleasantries so far. Fair enough.
“I wish you to come back, too,” Shadow Stalker admitted, “These morons are fucking pissing me off, and I’m not getting enough breaks from it. I don’t have the patience for this.”
I suppose Emma might to some extent function as the vent Vista tried to provide.
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