After getting the cheap, throwaway cell phone open and set up, I dialed Macaih's number from memory - something my father had drilled into me and Trent so that we'd always have a means to get in touch with someone should we ever need help. I also knew Sean's, Trent's, and Chloe's numbers by heart.

"I'm not interested," Macaih said by way of greeting.

"Macaih, wait," I said before he could end the call. "It's me. Jax."

There was a long pause, and I ...