From Protector of the Grey House:
“Vincent?” Lorraine didn’t sound happy.
Vincent waved her voice away while he found his pants. His cell phone was in the front pocket. He took it out and there were no messages. It was past sunset. At the very least, Rebecca should have given him the ‘all clear’ call. There was nothing. He didn’t even have service. With a slight frown, Vincent dialed Rebecca’s number and hit the send button. He grew alarmed when his ear encountered dead air. He waited as Lorraine sat up and gave him an annoyed look.
“Vincent.” It was almost an order.
He slipped on his pants and hung up his phone. “Give me your phone.”
“I don’t carry my phone into my bedroom.” She gave him an annoyed look and sounded as if she thought he shouldn’t either.