"Keep driving. We don't want to be involved, now," says Obsidian. There was no anger in her voice, only resignation. "We shall follow up later. We should inform The Reeve."
As she speaks, her phone rings, though it isn't Culler.
"Call the Boss. I'll take this."
She answers her phone, thinking, This wasn't supposed to be such a busy night. Goddess, is this a sign?