Chapter 102: LYON

My phone rang just as I was about to go see what the hell Kat was up to because I hadn’t seen her on the monitor for a good fifteen minutes at this point. Since it was the special phone I used only for the Squad, I didn’t bother looking to see which one of them was calling because they’re all pains in the ass, so what would be the point.

 

“What?”

“Lyon, your daughter is fucking diabolical.”

“Hold it, nope, I don’t wanna hear it. If Mengele got your ass in some sorta conundrum, deal with it on your own. Call me back when you’re done running around New York like a chicken without a head.”

 

“No, we’re done, but damn.” I didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know, really. But when you’re living with a ticking time bomb, it’s best to keep your eye on the stats.

“Fine, tell me, what did my precious little darling do this time?” If I was into medication, I would’ve already overmedicated myself before starting this conversation.