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store. He quickly dialed her number, but before it even rang, it went straight to her voicemail. Frustrated, Ben left a clipped message for her. “It’s Ben. We need to talk. Call me the moment you get this.”
Ben punched the end button on the phone and sat back, his head resting backwards, eyes closed. Part of him considered going back to the apartment himself and having a look around, but he wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Though he’d been cleared of any charges from the previous incidents, Ben knew involving himself in any further crime involving Mark Roman would be a terrible idea.
Ben was fairly certain that Mark hadn’t used that particular name to rent the apartment, but without knowing for sure, Ben knew it was safer to keep his distance. He picked up his phone again and dialed the number Mark had given him at the funeral.
The phone rang seven times before going to voicemail. Sighing, Ben hung up without leaving a message. Something was going on. He didn’t think Mark and Judas were dead, but he also wasn’t completely sure they hadn’t been in the building, either.
It was a last-ditch effort, but Ben felt like he was going to go crazy if he didn’t get some answers, and so against better judgment, he picked up his phone a third time and dialed the private line of Greg Asclepius. It was the middle of the day on a Thursday, so Ben wasn’t expecting the doctor to answer when he did.
“Hello Ben,” came the cheerful voice of Greg. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you any time soon.”
“I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important,” Ben said, prickling at the sound of the doctor’s voice. Ben still wasn’t quite over the past events, and frankly any reminder of Abby’s fall to the gods was painful. “Do you know what happened yesterday around four forty-five PM?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Greg said, sounding perplexed. “I was working until nearly six.”
“As yourself?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” Greg said. “I thought I made it fairly clear that Asclepius only helps out in dire circumstances.”
“You made that clear, yes, but after everything I went through, I’m not so sure I believe everything you say.”
There was a pregnant pause before Greg spoke again. “I’m very sorry about your sister. She was a very sweet girl.”
Ben felt his throat tighten a little and he cleared it. “Yes, well, that’s not what I’m calling about.”
“What happened?”
Ben hesitated. He didn’t want to give Greg any unnecessary information, and he wasn’t quite sure it would be a good idea to let him know that Stella might be involved. “There was an explosion,” he finally said, choosing to use info that had been likely on the news already. “A building floor blew up yesterday here in the city. A posh apartment building.”
“I saw that this morning,” Greg said slowly. “What does that have to do with me?”
“Probably nothing,” Ben said. “But that building was the place Mark and Judas were living.”
There was silence on the line for so long Ben had to check to make sure the call was still connected. “So they found them.”
Ben rested his forehead on the steering wheel and let out a long, slow breath. “Nike found another host, or whatever you call it?”
“I suppose, or someone else orchestrated it,” Greg said quietly. “Look Ben, I don’t know a lot. Asclepius made it very clear
Ben punched the end button on the phone and sat back, his head resting backwards, eyes closed. Part of him considered going back to the apartment himself and having a look around, but he wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Though he’d been cleared of any charges from the previous incidents, Ben knew involving himself in any further crime involving Mark Roman would be a terrible idea.
Ben was fairly certain that Mark hadn’t used that particular name to rent the apartment, but without knowing for sure, Ben knew it was safer to keep his distance. He picked up his phone again and dialed the number Mark had given him at the funeral.
The phone rang seven times before going to voicemail. Sighing, Ben hung up without leaving a message. Something was going on. He didn’t think Mark and Judas were dead, but he also wasn’t completely sure they hadn’t been in the building, either.
It was a last-ditch effort, but Ben felt like he was going to go crazy if he didn’t get some answers, and so against better judgment, he picked up his phone a third time and dialed the private line of Greg Asclepius. It was the middle of the day on a Thursday, so Ben wasn’t expecting the doctor to answer when he did.
“Hello Ben,” came the cheerful voice of Greg. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you any time soon.”
“I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important,” Ben said, prickling at the sound of the doctor’s voice. Ben still wasn’t quite over the past events, and frankly any reminder of Abby’s fall to the gods was painful. “Do you know what happened yesterday around four forty-five PM?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Greg said, sounding perplexed. “I was working until nearly six.”
“As yourself?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” Greg said. “I thought I made it fairly clear that Asclepius only helps out in dire circumstances.”
“You made that clear, yes, but after everything I went through, I’m not so sure I believe everything you say.”
There was a pregnant pause before Greg spoke again. “I’m very sorry about your sister. She was a very sweet girl.”
Ben felt his throat tighten a little and he cleared it. “Yes, well, that’s not what I’m calling about.”
“What happened?”
Ben hesitated. He didn’t want to give Greg any unnecessary information, and he wasn’t quite sure it would be a good idea to let him know that Stella might be involved. “There was an explosion,” he finally said, choosing to use info that had been likely on the news already. “A building floor blew up yesterday here in the city. A posh apartment building.”
“I saw that this morning,” Greg said slowly. “What does that have to do with me?”
“Probably nothing,” Ben said. “But that building was the place Mark and Judas were living.”
There was silence on the line for so long Ben had to check to make sure the call was still connected. “So they found them.”
Ben rested his forehead on the steering wheel and let out a long, slow breath. “Nike found another host, or whatever you call it?”
“I suppose, or someone else orchestrated it,” Greg said quietly. “Look Ben, I don’t know a lot. Asclepius made it very clear
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