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“Okay, I’m leaving if there’s nothing else,” I tell her.
“I don’t think there is for now, but I’ll call if anything urgent comes up.”
“Thanks.”
Knowing that, as my bodyguard, Wes is not only contracted up to his eyeballs with NDAs but also an understanding dude, I don’t need to tell him to pretend he can’t hear my side of the phone call when I get in the car and dial Beatrice.
“Hey, Tuck, thanks for getting in touch.”
“Seems important, since you emailed. I have an assistant now who reads everything by the way, and she signed a couple of NDAs, but still.”
“Yeah, no, I got you. I just want to be on the safe side for this.”
There’s obviously something meaningful she’s trying to tell me without actually saying it, and it takes me a few seconds to get it.
“Right, let me call you back.”
“Perfect,” she says simply.
I hang up then go to the app Eli installed for all of us and activate . . . whatever it is it does, then call her again. This way we can be sure no one will ever be able to trace the phone call.
“Okay, what’s up?”
“We need to meet. Can we come to your place? The entrance through the garage is still working, right?”
We?
“Sure,” I answer before I know what I’m agreeing to. “I’m on my way to pick up the boys. But I’ll be home around . . .” I trail off and look at Wes.
He answers without even looking back at me through the mirror.
“A little over an hour.”
“Did you get that?”
“Yep, just let me know when we can head over. We’re five minutes away.”
Five minutes . . .
They gotta be at Eli’s place, then, but Eli’s supposed to be in Vegas, following the Pirates around with Lex until the playoffs end.
Well, he’s obviously not.
“I will. The boys will take a nap after we get home, so I’ll have an hour.”
“More than enough,” she says simply then hangs up.
I can honestly say the Turris is never a top priority for me, I rarely think about it day to day. But the fact is, I’m intrigued.
My guess is at least Iris is going to be coming over too, but for what?
I spend the next hour and a half trying not to think about it, and failing.
Spectacularly.
By the time the boys are finally down, Wes and Johnny are having lunch in the kitchen.
“I’m heading down. Ring the buzzer if the boys wake up please.” They nod my way but go right back to their food.
