Chapter 908 Chapter 908
Foster glanced at her as the phone rang. She was anxious, and he knew there was nothing he could do to alleviate her anxiety.
“Hello?”
“Orson, it’s Ena.”
“I know. I had Jesse put all the numbers in my new phone with names.” He chuckled. “I have numbers for fifty people now. Probably won’t ever use them, but I have them.”
There were a lot of voices in the background.
“We might have to sedate Betty. She is so pumped up.”
Ena smiled for a second, and then it faded. “Do you have the phone on speaker?”
“I don’t even know how to do that.”
“Okay. What I’m going to tell you stays between us for now, all right?”
“This sounds bad. Just a second, let me get a little distance from the others.”
“Okay.” She turned and looked at Foster. He gave her a nod to tell her she was doing great. He honestly didn’t know if he’d be able to tell his parents anything like this. Margie knew all about it, but Foster chose not to share anything he did, seen, or found out since joining the team.
“All right, my girl, I’m on the porch now.”
“Okay.” She exhaled. “All the places like Waylon’s they find have records and ledgers…”
“Of our kind? Like we’re cattle?”
She nodded. “That’s what I thought too.”
“What have they found in these records?”
Orson was a smart man.
“They haven’t gone through them all, but Jesse gave them the list of names of all of our missing clan.”
“You should rush to the bottom line, Ena. I’ll ask the what’s and things after if I need to know them.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “All right.”
Foster looked to see she was focused on the road in front of them.
“Four names from our clan have been found so far. Rainell Sick is one of them.”
“That’s Nyssa’s mother.”
“I wasn’t sure,” Ena said quietly.
“Who else?” Orson’s tone was low and soft.
“Charlie Wilcox.”
Foster realized she had the names memorized.
“Harland’s cousin. Both have been gone a long while.”
“Orson—” She closed her eyes. “Mom is on the list,” she whispered.
“Ah, girl, that must make you so sad. But now you know for sure.”
“Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “There’s an Able Myers on the list too.”
“Damn. My nephew. I could never be sure. He was a bit flighty. Does the list have his mate Clea on it?”
“No, we weren’t given her name.”
“What does that mean, Foster? They were always together.”
Foster tensed. He didn’t realize Orson knew he could hear him. “I can’t be sure, but I’ll ask Zain for you, or you could talk to Jesse when no one is listening.”
“I can do that. Does it say where they are? Or where they were?”
Ena looked at him.
“Zain is looking into the locations, Orson. All we know is where they were sent, but some locations are in other countries.”
“I see. I understand.” He heard Orson exhale into the phone. “I think it’s best if we keep this between us. No sense getting the other’s hopes up until there is more to tell.”
Ena nodded. “That’s what I was thinking, Orson.”
“Mmm. How are you doing with knowing now?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, here’s a piece of advice from an old man. Keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll deal with things as they happen, okay?”
Foster looked to see her nod.
“Okay, I can do that.”
Orson made a strange sound. “I’m going to have to go. Betty is all in a tizzy about needing rooms painted,” he chuckled.
“Okay. Tell her that Elise might want to pick the color.”
“That’s a good idea, Miss Alpha. You take care of her, Foster.”
“I will, Orson.”
The line went quiet.
“I guess he’s not a goodbye kind of person.” He looked at her.
Ena shook her head. “No, he’s not.” She exhaled loudly. “I feel better with him knowing.” She turned her head and looked into the back. “I’m going to organize this and look for a notebook.”
He wanted to say no, that she should keep her seat belt on, but he could still feel the anxiety coming off her, and if that’s what she needed to do to work through it, he’d just have to be vigilant in watching the road and any traffic. “If you could find that bag from Heidi with lunch in it first, that would be great.”
She undid her seatbelt and turned in the seat. “I can do that.” Getting up, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for coming back for me. She’s much happier when we’re with you.” She climbed into the back.
Foster kept his attention on the road. His coyote was close to the surface, but not in an annoying way, so he took that to mean he was also happier. Just as long as it didn’t feel like he was sitting on his shoulders, he was good with that.