The cold night air wasn't enough to cool the heat still lingering under my skin. Isabella's scent clung to me-sweet, feminine, mixed with sex and the faint trace of my cologne. I stared at the phone in my hand for another long second before I finally made the call.

It rang four times. I almost hung up.

Then Nathan Hartley's rough voice came through, gravelly with sleep and suspicion.

"Hello, Mateo. It's a crazy time to call."

I exhaled slowly. "Nathan."

A long pause. I could almost hear him sitting up in whatever cheap apartment he was rotting in these days.

"Mateo," he said, flat. "It's been long."

"Months," I...