When his cell phone rang for the third time in as many minutes, Vincent called a halt to Nikki's self-defense training for the morning. If one of the girls currently on the road needed him for something, they would have taken the option of going through the switchboard and Connie, who was currently on duty, would have called down to him on the intercom. He couldn't think who else had his personal number who would need to get hold of him that badly that they would keep calling -- and who didn't know about the switchboard option. He just didn't give many people his number to begin with.
"How do you feel?" he asked Nikki as he walked over to the bench where he left his shoes and phone and keys. "Sore or bones ready to crack?"
"I feel like a peach that got thrown against the wall too many times," the girl grumbled. She let out a groan and braced herself, one hand against the wall, as she slid down to the floor. The half-grown gray Akita that had adopted her just before Christmas poked his head through the door at the top of the stairs, leading down to the lower level basement workout room. He let out a whine and bounced down the stairs, taking three at a time. His momentum carried him along until he skidded to a stop on the workout mat and flopped into her lap. Nikki oofed, but she grinned and bent over to hug him. "I wish you were bigger, Gray, so you could carry me upstairs."
"Lazy," Vincent offered without really paying attention.
The screen on his phone showed that Josh Porter had called. All three missed calls were from him. What could be so important -- and what could be so touchy that he wouldn't use the switchboard option, which he most certainly knew about?
Unless Josh didn't want anyone else at Quarry Hall to know he had called…