(Joey POV)
"The Movement. I want in."
I sighed. "Sit down. I'll get you some coffee." Like hell was I going to talk to Nick about the Movement while he was drunk.
A full forty-five minutes later—after two cups of coffee, two cups of water, and two trips to the bathroom—Nick was sober enough to have a conversation.
"How did you find out?" I asked.
Nick pointed to Jenny's phone, which was now sitting on my coffee table. "That's Jenny's phone. I read her text messages."
"I thought she deleted them?" I said, surprised.
Jenny had talked to me before she left the pack. She told me that she'd left her phone behind because she wanted a fresh start and didn't want anyone to be able to contact her. I'd expressed concern about someone reading her text messages, but she promised me that she had deleted anything referring to the Movement.
