From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
Vincent pulled out his phone for the fourth time that morning, frowning when there were still no messages awaiting his attention. He was in one of Lorraine’s limos, surrounded by comrades who were talking loudly about their victory. All he could think of was Natalia. He had a disquieting feeling that all was not well in his house. There were no calls though, so everything was fine. Except for the feeling crawling into his gut and breeding discontent.