Hank opened his mouth to speak, but the line on the other end went dead.

He glanced nervously at Julian in the rearview mirror, their eyes meeting for an uncomfortable second before he hastily set the phone down, awkward and sheepish.

Julian let out a cold laugh, sharp and cutting, a sneer curving his lips. His gaze harbored nothing but mockery. "Who told you to call her? She’s probably wishing I’d drop dead already so she can get on with the man she actually ...