"Brock Calling. It's Brock Calling."

Beck:

The sound of Rocco’s dark, booming laugh echoes off the high, vaulted ceiling of his expansive living room. It bounces around my skull, mixing with the relentless rhythm of the heavy rain battering against the large bay window. I resume my slow pacing, my heavy boots wearing an invisible trench into his dark-stained hardwood floor. Reid slides into the massive leather armchair opposite Kaele